“People are stuck in history and history is stuck in people.”
I read this quote today sometime during the work day and it stuck with me. History is such an important aspect to the revolution of Society, The Atomic Family, and The World. It starts ugly; real ugly and disorganized. Chaotic at times and inhumane. The expectation is that with time, we will evolve away from counter-productive attitudes and behaviors. But you stop and wonder of where we would be had our history been any different? How much would we have advanced? How much would we have digressed? History makes us who we are but doesn’t have to dictate what we become right? This is the conundrum that this quote brings to light.
Racism and ignorance are symptoms that you are stuck in history. When you are so stuck in between the lines of the box you call life, you don’t move forward. You can’t move. You can’t move because history is heavy on our soul. It’s like having to carry bricks in your pockets and on your back day after day. Sad thing about this is that it’s like the bricks are invisible. We feel like our lives are difficult and full of troubles and we associate our sadness, depression, cynicism, hate, or even love with these troubles. That’s not what it is. It’s history. It’s how we wrap our arms around history – the past. The comfort of knowing what to expect or following through with advice given to us. Our mind set needs a change. It needs a refurbishing. As much as we are stuck in history, history is stuck in us. We can let go though if need to and learn from it instead of being driven by it.
It’s the age old question of why we continue to make the same mistakes of our fathers. Why? Addictions, mistresses, blindfolds; mistakes and chains that our fathers could not get rid of. Addiction to money or possessions. Money as our mistress. The blindfold of an egotistical mindset or self indulgence. Alcohol and drugs kill the body with time but it’s these that kill the spirit, soul, family, home. They leave you dry, inanimate, fruitless, and stuck years before this physical form will die. It makes living hard, and living with you even worse.
It’s a cycle that we have to break. A cycle that is individual and that repeats whether you like or not.
I just finished watching a movie that I thought was going to be cliche and corny. Why? Well because of the way that it starts. Simple story. A man, self consumed with his career and his ambitions to be the Best Chef in LA forgets he’s a dad and loses his son emotionally. He also forgets he is a husband and loses his wife. To be specific, he loses his wife played by Sophia Vergara. So you know that this guy’s head was really not all there.
The film is about his brawl with a critic and how he loses control. Control of his menu, which makes him feel like he can’t cook freely, which births a bad review, leading to a rant from the Chef that is posted online and tarnishes his integrity.
He rediscovers his priorities which is something that we can all relate to. He begins to lose sight for his own ego and fame and puts his sights on those things in life that are long-term. He pursues the heart of his young boy who turns out to be a great chef boyardee. In doing this he regains the respect of his closest friend and even manages to rekindle the flame with his estranged ex-wife. Hilarity, a quick and predictable story, and great performances by Jon Favreau and Oliver Platt make this one a bearable comedy.
The end note is a flowery one, albeit he has to go through the paths that lead to retribution. This involves a trip to Miami with his estranged child and ex-wife, a food truck, a cross-country trip, and again the internet. Without giving away too much detail and spoiling it for everyone I bid you a promise – You will not be disappointed by Chef and Jon Favreau. His writing, production, and directing come together to produce my favorite of fruit – an underrated movie. A gem. My compliments to the Chef.
So in accordance with one of my last post, I am trying to do what I can to get my writing, if you will, going. I had started a short story some time with a premise that can be justified with a few chapters. I fell upon Wattpad not too long ago and felt that this would be the correct community to introduce this story with. The feedback will be what I need as they are a community of writers and many of them experienced, which is what I lack.
So here is the link to story that I published on Wattpad. Its a great site and has a great layout that allows you to interact with beginning writers to seasoned, publish vets alike. If you have a knack for writing or really want to develop your skill, I would suggest you check it out. My primary goal or focus is not going to be to write a book per say. I do have an idea that I think can work, so Im going to take a stab at it. My attention is going to be on this blog. Everyday and everywhere we go there is something to learn from. Life’s purpose is all around us. God speaks to us through his creation and his Word. This blog will be a way of me sharing what observations are made.
If you are kind enough to take a second out of your day and visit my story, I appreciate a like and a comment. Im not used to doing to this kind of propaganda work, so excuse me if Im forward. Ill be working on that too. Its very rough draft that jumps perspectives alots – this will be revised with time.
Enjoy. Fill your day with questions. Questions about why we do what we do and how. Then…… Do it different. Do it BETTER.
I wanted to post again. It hasnt been long since I sat down to meditate while my fingers used this keyboard to share my thoughts in text. Since I am still thanking God for this new year I figured that I would get something new going. New beginnings call for celebration. Hence, I let my wife know that i wanted to try something that I had put off for enought time now. I will start work on developing a few ideas and see what I can do about getting a novel going. Im happily married and this month will have been 8 months of marriage and loving every minute of it! No sarcasm in that last sentence – scouts honor.
At any rate, there are more things to do and plans to see through. This is just a trailer of what is going on. Ill let you in on the other as time invites us in.
Looking through some of my old files I found a tid-bit I put together my first week as a married man. The honeymoon was a great time and was completely like nothing I have ever done. Pure and complete bliss. I thought I would share that tid-bit now no matter how many might disagree. As you read, remember that my job is not to think like you or live like you. My job is to open the window to my thoughts and prayers in the hope that they will challenge you and give you perspective that you might not have encountered yet. Again, let me know what you think about the material in the comments or send me an email.
……There are three important milestones in the life of any man. 1 – The day he is baptized. 2 – The day he is married. 3 – His last day of life. It seems that these decisions or tasks hold the power to change the past and impact our future. Can it be? Can we ever have the power to change what we have been and what we need to be? We are only men – human. Our life begins and ends in the blink of an eye. These three life-events must mean something grander than what society makes of them. Baptizm – to be blessed/ born again through water in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. In other words, our journey starts when we recognize God and the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. What about those that never give importance to either? Where does that leave them? To be wed is to participate in and consent in matrimony, in many cases “Holy Matrimony”, with a significant other. It is usually considered legally and religiously binding, although in 2014 the religious aspect of the union has lost its effect. What if someone is never married? What if someone is married and then divorced? How will this impact their lives? The last of the three if self explanatory – enough said. The questions are insurmountable and without answers anyways.
I have been married for a week tomorrow. Seven days since I promised before God, his Church, and my lovely wife, to cherish and to hold, to love and to honor, until death do us part. I remember placing the ring on her finger and thanking God for allowing me to share in what was his. Then again, it seems that this is the overall attitude that humanity has. We take for ourselves what is not. We keep what is God’s and do what we want with it. The significance of today, not diminishing the importance that every day this week has played in my marriage journey, is the realization that the time has come for reality to begin. My wife is asleep besides me on the elegant couch that furnishes our vacation villa in Florida. This is the honeymoon. Our home for that last 7 days over looks lakes, rivers, pools, extravagant cities and buildings that are far, far, far removed from what we usually call “Home”. This was a great vacation and has allowed us to learn about one another and helped us bond in a powerful way that I thank God for. But tomorrow we travel home. 17 hours worth of travel. 17 hours to reality. To work, to extended family, to bills, responsibilities, etc… I consider that the work is just about to begin. Not the work it takes to make my marriage work – no. The work it will take to be a marriage respectful of God. Obedient to his word. Supportive of our church and our Pastor. Responsible of our home in making sure that our home serves The Lord. Tomorrow our teamwork will begin to be tested.
Time builds us stronger
Makes us grow
A word makes us wiser
Let’s us know
The days release our chain
Our victory is our refrain
Corrupt is what our eyes see
Slaves to our own ambition
Men of little Faith
Doubt is our affliction
The mirror reflects our sickness
The cure – a mind renewed
Time builds us stronger
Makes us grow
A word makes us wiser
Let’s us know
The days release our chain
Our victory is our refrain
Yet our time is a disdain
The word is lost
Refrain is a stranger
The chain thickens
The soul sickens
Right now I am plugged in deep….. I am floating through wave of a smooth tune over and over and over again. Im gliding effortlessly time and again through the same song sung by the same great artist. Its late and Yes I work tomorrow, but it makes the fatigue drip off of me. I look at my bed over there and my brain thinks, “Its about time Mr. Addo.” Then the song replays on my iphone, I smile, and think, “Nah. One more time.”
Georgia On My Mind by Michael Buble on his Crazy Love album. If you havnt listened to it I highly recommend it friends. You know those days when the world is moving a thousand miles an hour and you need something to soothe you? You’re Welcome 😉 Music, whether you like it or not, is so deeply intertwined with our emotions and soul. I met someone one day that said they didnt like to dance and didnt like music. I looked at him wondering… If I placed my fingers on his throat right now, would I find a pulse? It doesnt matter what you listen to. Music moves us like puppets. You think your a hard A$$$? Sure, keep thinking that. Keep convincing yourself that nothing moves you emotionally and at a spiritual level. Keep on living an existence where you inhibit your naturally reaction to the power of music.
I didnt have much else for this Monday post. I worked hard. 13 hours getting ready for a big day at court on Wednesday. The boss and I stayed interviewing clients until 9 PM. I didnt expect today to drag like it did. Not to mention that I havnt been sleeping much. Im not at the point of Insomnia but pushing real close to The Machinist. If you read my post yesterday it isnt a wonder why. So much on the mind eats you away emotionally and physically. It pays the bills though so when duty calls, soldier up right?
I get home, grab a bite to eat and sit at my piano knowing that what I need is this…. to just listen and maybe play some great music. Not to dance or to sell on itunes. Music that is “..sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines.” “Other arms (were) reaching out to me..” like watching television for the remainder of my Monday. Or reading a book that I started and never finished and was accumulating dust on my desk. Then I looked through my playlists and saw the song Georgia. “That old sweet song that (helps) keeps Georgia (in my case peace, rest, serenity) on my mind.” The song starts with a prayer. “Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through…”. I wish we could have that. Peace and relaxation throughout the day but the stresses of the world are actually somewhat necessary for a time. They motivate us and keep us ticking and blah blah… Some other social studies garbage. Today was tough though. It wore me out and its with all my appreciation that I say this. Why? Because without that wear and tear of everyday life I would not have moments like this. Where one song, played and sung perfectly in my humble opinion, can make the difference and change the hard day you have had into bliss.
Im sure you noticed by now that Im somewhat of a music buff. Keeping true to that, I must for the life of me take a moment to honor the man that first introduced this song. Thank you so much Mr. Ray Charles for bringing this song back into play and making it a classic. The song was actually written by Hoagy Carmichael and Stuart Gorrel in the 1930’s. No one really knows what the song was written about; the state or a women. Neither of the authors lived in Georgia but Charles sung it because he was a southern boy and his driver said, “Why dont you record your version of that since you havnt stopped singing it all day.” Charles did and for that I thank you kind sir. You saw a beautiful thing that would leave an ever lasting legacy and perform magic for a 24 year old tired on a Monday night. Thats funny hu? Ray saw but he couldnt see. Makes you wonder if those of us with eyes even really see… You think you do? Then what do you see? What do you look at? Does what you see inspire you to be better and to touch the lives of others? Why not? Ray did and he stopped seeing the world clearly at the age of five….. You have been living on God’s green earth for how many decades… why arent you inspired by what you see anymore………………..?