Sunday, October 24, 2010

Can I Live?

I know so many people that have the same daily routine. It is so predictable that I can damn near set my watch to it. They wake up at the same time, go through the same morning regiment, then it’s off to work the same tedious job. This excitement is capped off with an hour or two of television watching, then it’s bed time…and repeat.

This to me isn’t living. It’s existing. I understand that we take jobs to handle our responsibilities. We have bills, families and obligations that we’re accountable for. I get that we don’t all have jobs we love, but at what point do we lose ourselves to the repetition? It’s like we fade away a little more each day, and with almost no resistance.

I visualize life, as being like our lungs. Most people are shallow breathers. They take in just enough oxygen to maintain and facilitate. Yes you can exist on a deflated balloon’s worth of air, but you can live on a blimp’s. Remember living? Remember how in our early 20’s we could go to college, work a job, study, and still squeeze in a kegger or two? Having body shots for breakfast? But once we get a little older, that drive to maximize our day…to live, diminishes. Instead of running on 4 hours of sleep, and going hard for the next 20, we’re in bed at 10 and our 8 hour job is kicking our behind.

A lot of us don’t live. We drive the same daily route, but couldn’t tell you about any of the stores, homes, or signs that we pass. We’re just going through the motions. When we only exist enough to maintain, and let go of our dreams and aspirations of life we shift into this state of just “being”. Without a passion, a reason, it’s easy to fall into a slump. Depression is at an all time high in this country, partially due to this “rat race” mentality we have. Suicide is also up, when you give your life no meaning, no value, it’s easier to walk away from.

It is Breast Cancer Awareness month, and I’ve heard so many stories as of late, about women that didn’t appreciate the lives they had until they almost lost them. Their views on work, family, love, all changed when faced with that reality. I’m not saying we all need to get a potentially life ending disease or situation to see the big picture, we just need a little perspective.

I know that everyday isn’t Mardi Gras, that because of the work we do, or the children we raise, a lot of the “fun” is gone. But that doesn’t mean we’re dead. Take a different route to work, speed for no reason, even just crank the radio up and belt out your best rendition of R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Just live.

I’m not saying that we should shrug off responsibility and party…I’m just saying, don’t be afraid to throw in a body shot or two…every now and then.

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Monday, October 18, 2010

It's A Bird...It's A Plane...

“Why the world needs a Superman?” A quote taken from the movie about a visitor from another planet, who fell from the skies to Earth, landing in a small town in Kansas where he was raised among us becoming a hero for everyone. His quest and goal was to lead by example and be someone that humanity could not only look to for help, but as an idea to strive for. He wanted to not only protect, but to uplift. To be more than a man…but a Superman.

It would seem that the world truly does need this, a hero. More and more each day I turn on the television or listen to the radio to find, that we as a people are all but lost. This is now a time where chants and protests are held to release prisoners serving time for drug and weapons charges, because their music is good. We live in an era where drug dealers are now prominent businessmen, where gang ties equal dependability, and money is the trump card to all behavior.

I understand that no man is perfect. We are all flawed and capable of the worst. I just wish I didn’t see our faults and foibles, so celebrated. It seems that we are so removed from the basic concepts of honesty and integrity, that the easy road has become the only road.

Let me also say that there are some great people doing wonderful things on this planet, people that do represent ideas; ideas of justice, peace, equality and love. They are everything from school teachers to firefighters, doctors to executives. People that try to live their lives as examples, I recognize and applaud you. My concern is not with you, I only hope you do not get discouraged and quit. My concern lies with this concept that we overlook someone’s wrongs, because their money’s right.

If you’re a retired drug dealer and now worth a billion dollars, you’re not a hero. You sold poison to children, destroyed lives and contributed to a dissolving state of human existence. If you left the gang life and are now selling millions of records, you are not a hero. You committed crimes against innocent people and also contributed to this sad state of affairs. If you’re in the church and doing “wrong”, you are not a hero. If you hide behind your bible to exploit the church and faiths of your congregation for financial, physical, or social gain, there is a special place for you waiting. Even if you’re CEO of a billion dollar company, but got there by lying, cheating, stealing etc, not a hero either. Let’s get away from idolizing those with the most green. If within our society was a Superman, then money would be his kryptonite.

I myself am not perfect. I don’t believe that I am exempt from wrong doing. I just try to be better each day and represent something positive.

This isn’t a movie, there are no trains being out run, buildings being leapt over, or moving faster than a speeding bullet, but there are heroes. I just want us to take a closer look at the people that we allow to viewed as examples, and really evaluate why? If your hero is in prison for assault, being drug addicted or hoarding weapons that were built specifically for human annihilation, what does that say to you about our society?

I only say this because I fear the outcome of the path we are on. If we allow ourselves to place the wrong persona on a pedestal for too long, we may not be able to go back. We just might want to nip this in the bud now, before we’re all praying for a bright light to fall in Kansas.

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Sunday, October 10, 2010

A Cold Cup Of Coffee: Bitchassness

This is a special edition of A Moment With Morris. This is part of an ongoing series I affectionately titled "A Cold Cup of Coffee". Bringing you real life without the sweeteners, a cold and sometimes bitter, but always necessary sip of reality. This time we're looking at, Bitchassness.

Now you may be familiar with the term. It was made popular on MTV’s “Making The Band” by Sean Combs; aka Diddy, P. Diddy, Puff Daddy, Puffy…whatever. He used it in reference to a practiced behavior that has become prevalent within our youth. Bitchassness…and it must be stopped.

For those of you that need it, here is a quick tutorial on Bitchassness.

Example 1# I was leaving the grocery store and walking towards my car. A man was leaving the store as well, walking in the same direction. He had a 12 pack of beer in one hand and nothing else, now there’s nothing wrong with that. Except, 3 steps behind him, was his VERY pregnant girlfriend, with 6 full bags of groceries in her arms…Bitchassness.

Example 2# While attending a sporting event I noticed a rather obnoxious fan. He was ribbing and taunting a fan of the opposing team. The taunting grew more and more heated, then personal. So much in fact, that it escalated to a near physical altercation. The first man instigated this situation to the point where the second man was ready to swing on him. Then the first man called for the ushers for protection…Bitchassness.

Example 3# Any man that does not provide for or be there for his children, and justifies it by saying it’s because, “he doesn’t want to deal with their mother"...Bitchassness.

Example 4# Being a platinum selling R&B recording artist, and getting arrested for beating up your mother...Bitchassness.

Now that we’re all up to speed, this has to stop. More and more each day I’m exposed to the cold hard reality that this epidemic is spreading. This blatant lack of personal responsibility and cowardice when faced with adversity is a growing trend. It seems as if the days of ambition, determination, and courage are gone. Leaving us and the future, to a generation of entitled-feeling, whining, complainers. We have to accept that a bunch of short cut taking, excuse having, irresponsible, morons will be the power and influence of tomorrow.

We as a people have to stand up and shut Bitchassness down! Just this morning I heard this guy say that he was willing to quit his job and live off of the state, just to avoid paying child support. But what really blew my mind was, he had supporters! Really? Has this planet truly fallen into the hands of these low expectation having individuals? I know I’m on a little tangent, but bare with me…

Bitchassness is a disease…a cancer, and the only way to remove a cancer is to eradicate it. We must remove these individuals before they spread any further. Bitchassness must be quarantined and destroyed.

Ladies, stop having babies with these people. Cut their water off! Bitchassness can only breed Bitchassness. They lack the proper tools to raise anything other than a child in their own image.

Fathers, if you realize your raising Bitchassness, step it up! It is up to you to nip it in the bud.

I feel like, if Bitchassness makes it into the world, the parents should suffer. That's right, you created this problem and should be held accountable for your actions! This is not a joke. Bitchassness is real and living among us.

We need to come together, make better decisions in our mates and situations. I understand this may seem funny, but we need to be real with ourselves. Our economy is crashing, the only thriving business is prison building. If you are a parent, really look at the time you spend with your child. If playstation is clocking in more quality time than you, step in. If you're a grown man or woman, and feel like your life situation is the result of anyone other than yourself, but it's up to someone else to fix too may be suffering from Bitchassness.

We have got to get this under control. We have telethons for diseases we're nowhere close to curing, but donate to every year. Why not give that kind of dedication to a fixable problem? We worry about forest fires, global warming, extinct animals...we're even still on a mission to cure athlete's foot, so let's team up on this one.

Forget Puffy...let's follow Smokey. Only you can prevent...Bitchassness.

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