To be respected is to obtain mastery of the past, to be feared is to make ones domain of the future. To be both however, is to take command of the crossroads that between both past and future, the present.
Of course people love rags to riches stories, but like many of the things humanity has claims to love it is a fantasy and a falsehood. It is fantasy that a person has the ability to change their present condition through hard work alone, it is an ideal but not a reality. The far more bitter truth is, that in this era of increasing inequality that people are not as able to change their economic conditions, that if not already, in the coming decades we will come to witness more people that will be born poor, live poor and die poor. That increasingly firmness of economic status and the discrimination based upon it will seem no less unjust as discrimination based upon race or gender. Human Rights as I have studied spoke much of the threat it posed to both political and legal systems and in turn changed them. That was human rights of the past, The human rights of the future will be a threat and bulwark to the economic system. Some would say that such a stance is revolutionary, perhaps it is, for like the sun or the hands of clock, revolutions are inevitable. That is but the nature of progress slow but unstoppable and like a wind when it blows, economic systems have a choice either to be build a windmill or build a wall.
Man is like a tree spends its whole existence reaching for a sky it cannot meet,becoming thicker and stronger and taller in its attempt, yet no matter the effort and time it always remain rooted to the ground of its birth, for whether it is soil or ones past one cannot completely escape it, but it does not stop them from growing from it.
When a man reads history its in ink, but when he is making it, its written in his blood, sweat and tears.
It doesn’t take a brave man to die, death is certain, a thing promised since the first breaths were drawn, its life that is the uncertain thing, it takes a brave man to live, the courage to face the unknown.
As a painter to stains the blank canvas with paint, the writer that stains the blank page with ink. Every now and then a different sort of person is born, the kind who manages to stain reality with his dreams, and in doing so, make it his creation.
Something thats been on my mind recently and its been bothering me, is the amount of people that talk shit about Brampton. Yeah its not perfect, but is home. The 19 year old me, being young and rebellious also hated it, fuck this place, was my attitude towards Brampton.. So I left for another city. I went to study criminology and then human rights, but what I feel in the 5 years there, the most important thing learned was what separates a place from a home. A place is defined by location, buildings, tangible things that can be measured. A home however is not defined by those things, rather its by feelings and memories, things that cannot be measured, yet real all the same. To me in the end, Brantford became merely a place, Brampton was Home. And it how it could not be? First friends, first love, first jobs, first achievements all happened here, from here. Its not just me, but for a lot of people who grew up up in this city. It is home. This city has a lot of newcomers, filled with hopes and dreams. For some that is a problem, to hell with them. For the immigrants too Brampton, it too will become home, filled with memories and feelings not to unlike us. Many generations from now when places like Jalandhar, Ludhiana, Hoshiarpur or Amritsar have long since faded from memory, when people ask our descendents where there their families are from, perhaps they will say Brampton. For them too it was a home. I mean if anyone talks shit about Brampton being in it, its because they see it as a place, not a home.
Time and time and again I railed against the scum some call the conservatives. This backward ass party does what is does best, engage in stupid fuckery create issues where none exist to garner votes. The world has fucking changed, people cannot simply grasp it, kids whether we like it or not are being exposed to sexuality at younger and younger ages than years ago. I am not a parent, but If I were, I would prefer they get their information on sexuality from a responsible and trained educator than risk them develop some baseless ideas based on a porno their friends told them about. The fact is in the age of the internet its a not an “if” children will experience or witness sexual situations online, its a matter of when, I want my children to be properly equipped to handle them when the time comes. I feel the liberal party took an important proactive step in order to prepare the children of the province for such situations. And these conservatives fucks wanna take one huge step backwards from that. Remember this is a party that believes its not important to teach our children safe sex, a party that believes that its ok deny to our women to the right to an abortion when they get pregnant, because they weren’t taught to avoid them. A party that believes when those young mothers give birth to those children and need financial assistance raising them, that its alright to deny them the help they need and along with anyone else vulnerable, because taxes are too high and they wanna help your boss get that fourth or fifth ferrari in their driveway. Is that the future you want for the people of ontario? It will be people give these living breathing of human waste votes and the voice to air such dangerous beliefs.
It is a fool who seeks to build a monument for the greatest of his ancestors, for all he had to do was witness his own reflection, he was their greatest memory, a living one. He bore their likeness in a way no statue or painting ever would, carried their legacy within his own veins. His every action in good faith would testify to their magnificence that no historical account could quantify.
Sure some people dislike my stances on a lot issues, truth of it is I make take those stances today, but they will judged by those yet to come, those in the future. I don’t want to find myself, many years from now, grandchild on my knee and be asked by them about some injustice and unjust practice of this era and what I felt about it. I don’t want to uncomfortably shift them to the other knee and say something along the lines apologetically ” well that’s just how things were” or “how people were”. Excuse myself like the millions before me have of their complicity of the many wrongs humans have perpetuated against themselves throughout the ages.To hell with that argument. Let those of the present damn me, for it is not they who I act for, it is not they who will absolve me.