What is 100 Words?
I often find myself feeling overwhelmed with long explanations or discussions. 100 Words is a challenge to myself to express a thought or idea in 100 words or less.
If you look, you may discover you’re not free. I looked and discovered this was me. I was existing bound by the ‘can’t dos’ that culture & faith taught me. You’re a man so you can’t do A or B. You’re Christian so you can’t do C or D. Can’t, can’t, can’t is how I lived. I wasn’t free. Boundaries are important, but they should be used to define what I can do, safely. I struggle with this newfound freedom, but I’ve also learned as Celie said in The Color Purple, ‘Folks don’t like nobody being too proud or too free.
Sometimes I feel I no longer have the option to dislike anything. Either like it or keep your mouth shut to avoid conflict or being labeled a hater, a word I dislike. See, there I go disliking again. To me, haters are people who hope for, cause or celebrate the demise of someone else; that’s hate. This type of behavior is not the same as disliking something because it doesn’t appeal to you. Sometimes we take dislike too personally. Hearing those viewpoints may helps us improve or consider another perspective. Dislike, not hate, has a purpose.
My first read of 2017 was The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singer. The primary idea I took away from the book is something I state as, ‘Don’t let what’s without change what’s within’. All of us experience peaks and valleys each year. Sometimes we get stuck in the valleys and begin defining ourselves in shadowy terms like failure or quitter or weak. This is wrong because none of us can be defined by a single experience. I’m learning to resist allowing what happens without to repaint the amazing picture that I see within.
I’ve felt that I’ve got wings since forever. When a breeze blows, I close my eyes, spread my arms and take flight. When I imagine being transformed into how I truly see myself, I’m dressed in colorful running shoes, cool socks, my wings and nothing else. Wouldn’t it be amazing if we were all free to be ourselves unhindered by the noise & nonsense we swallow? We’ve all got wings, gifts purposed to bless others and us. If your wings have been bound and clipped, they’re being freed and growing back NOW.
And we may never know why that dude murdered and injured our people in Vegas. Doesn’t matter. Knowing why won’t resurrect anyone or heal the injured. Yes, spend time investigating but spend more time legislating so explanations are not necessary. Let’s discover where our representatives stand. Slam their Twitter and Facebook feeds. If they stand ignorantly, VOTE them out. If we take no action, our outrage, our sympathy and our empathy stand to be questioned.
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While out strolling last Friday, I heard a commotion behind me. As I turned, I saw an elder, white woman on the ground; she’d fallen. Her body wasn’t injured but her pride was. Myself and two females, also white, approached offering aid. I hesitated, not because I didn’t want to help. I wasn’t sure it was okay for me, a black male, to help. I wondered if the fallen woman would be okay receiving my help. I tried to unravel how to touch her; I didn’t want my strength to be misinterpreted as a transgression. These thoughts sadden me.