Since I've always been quick with an opinion an old friend once lost and again found suggested that perhaps I should share with more people my commentary. Never being one to pass on a challenge I thought I'd give it a whirl.
Our country has grown soft.
Yes that will make some of you angry but it is what it is. We used to say “Sticks and Stones will break
my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Now we say “Your words they hurt, my sensibilities you offended, off
with your head, political correctness to the end.” Today’s world is a world of “ME”. Everything has to be about that person and
what they want and how to get it free or with the least bit of effort. What happened to taking pride in your
work? What happened to being proud to
sweat for a dollar? What happened to
wanting to be able to show what you have because you earned it? Our children don’t want to play outside or
use their own imagination anymore. They
want to play video games and are afraid of the heat. Riding bikes and playing cops and robbers is
long gone and are left as ghosts of memories in my mind. Water fights and playing t-ball were many an
hour regardless of the temperature outside.
Our parents had to make us come inside.
Being inside was a punishment.
Today’s parents give their children everything they want. No chores necessary. Just lay in your room not getting exercise
and learn to let a machine think for you.
Where are we headed to with this way of thinking? One day who’s going to do the work? Do you know how hard it is to hire a kid to
mow lawns or shovel snow or wash a car these days? I do know some kids that still will. There are a few parents that get it. Life and living is not done on a computer or
in a game. That isn’t living. I understand wanting to treat everyone
good. You know we had the golden rule in
school too. Treat others as you’d want
them to treat you. We were not babied
though. We were taught that life is
tough and that never is life going to be easy but you would make it. We were prepared for what was to come. If someone teased us our parents told us that
no it wasn’t right but that we had to pick ourselves up and go on. We knew that we would not get everything we
wanted. We knew what it was like to be
proud of that first house we painted or that first car we bought. When someone offended us we simply knew that
either they were daft, or they just believed and saw things differently. Did we get mad and angry, why yes sometimes
we did. Did we ask the government to
make a new rule and stop someone? No we
didn’t. When did we decide as a nation
that it’s better to offend Christians and our forefathers and everything this
nation was built on to be politically correct?
I believe firmly in a live and let live society. I believe every man and women’s journey is
between them and their maker and I have no right to judge them in this
life. I believe its ok for someone to
believe differently than me about politics and religion. I don’t believe that
if I express my opinion that I should be crucified for it? Didn’t they do that in the stone ages? I mean what happened to freedom of
speech? Hell what happened to freedom
period? Don’t get me wrong… I am still
proud as hell to be an American. I am
glad I grew up when I did and that my parents instilled right and wrong and
honesty in me. I’m glad I am not someone
who wants everything for free and that I take pride in doing what I need to do
to make my life better. I’m glad I’m a
person that doesn’t take offenses to heart.
Yes I get offended every day of life.
People say things or do things that upset me to some degree, but over
the years of living I have learned to step back and try to see the situation
through the other person’s eyes. More often
than not people do not mean to offend, but rather just choose unwisely what
they say. They don’t think about
it. If you ask me there are way too many
people out there blaming everyone and anyone for their life being the way it
is. If you don’t like your life fix it.
There is no shame in asking for help when you need it but don’t play the
poor me card. I have always hated the
poor me card. No one’s life has been
perfect. There is always a sadder story
just around the corner. So you had a bad
mother, or a bad childhood or you have been sickly all your life. We could all get up every day and find
something negative to think about. The
way to live is to get up every day and think about what you have to be grateful
for. What can you find in your life
that is good? If you can’t find anything
then talk to friends. Hell for that
matter get out and make friends. Your
life is up to you. Sure you may not have a mansion but you don’t necessarily
need one. Some of the loneliest people I’ve
ever met had money to burn. Stop belly aching
about what the boy down the street did with the girl next door. Stop worrying about who thinks you’re fat or
who cares you’re gay or who doesn’t like you for that matter. Those people are not worth the time you are
taking to think about them. Embrace
those that support you and lift you up.
Embrace the thought that I’m here and I’m going to live while I am. Every day is a new day in this world gone
mad. Fall down today, pick yourself up
tomorrow and move on. You control your
destiny and what will be left behind to be said of you, no one else.