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.
I have known no two words more dangerous together than “What if?”. How something so simple, so feeble a question will destroy a man, in attempting to answer what may prove unanswerable it will enslave him to the past. Those invisible chain will confine him while time in its slow unstoppable march carries the world forward. Left behind, alone chained he wastes away in that prison of his own making.
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.
“There is a big difference between loving your parents as a child and loving your parents as an adult. As a child you love unconditionally, loving them as gods, beings perfect in all regards. As time wears on that perfect image fades, you begin to see the flaws, they no longer are the gods they once were. As an adult it’s not that you come to love them any less however, instead, you begin to love them for what they are, as human beings.”
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.
They say the future is bright, were it so then why cannot the average man see it? For it is not. It is dark, it conceals its own nature. What is bright however is the minds of men, who have enlightened themselves with knowledge and wisdom. To possess the ability to cast the light of their minds into that darkness, and bear witness what resides.
“History reveres those who chose to be different as equally as the present that damns them.”