Morally Speaking...

For the better part of the last few months...

I've been struggling with the idea of being moral...

I mean...

I understand what it means...

And I think that I am a pretty morally sound person...

But being that morally sound person...

I am having trouble overlooking the lack of morals in those around me...

I mean...

How can I watch someone mistreat or disrespect someone else and not expect them to pull that shit with me?

Or how can I not expect them to be talking shit about me behind my back?

Maybe in a sense...

Youth has gotten in the way of common sense...

But I can't comprehend how you can live your life with complete disrespect for someone else's?

You pity the person and yet you continue to wrong them?

Makes no sense...

I think I have been put in situations like that...

And I have done things...

I'm human...

But at the end of the day I know what I've done is wrong...

And I stop...

There's no amount of pleasure in the world that is worth going against your own morals...

But maybe its my morals that are skewed since there seems to be more of them than me...

Morally speaking.

Indeed. Homer Saved Yo' Life.

About two years ago...

I ended up in a mess...

Of my own doing...

Yes I own that I played a role in its creation...

But that's another blog all together...

**Redirect**

Anywho...

Just so happens that to fulfill my graduation requirements...

I had to take a Greek and Roman Studies....

And as part of that class...

We had to read Homers Illiad...

Fortunately for me and my fellow classmates...

My teacher chose a different route to reading this long ass poem...

What my Professor did was break the story down...

Cut out all the fluffy unnecessary bull...

And got to the simple story about war...

And in doing so...

He introduced me to the word aristeia...

The term loosely translated mean...

Going for ones ultimate glory...

By any means necessary...

No matter the consequences...

Even death...

**Back to the mess**

Everyday as I sat in class and listened to these men attain aristeia...

And a page later...

Die...

It hit me...

There's always a choice...

Every one that died seeking this one glorious moment had a choice...

Die in glory...

Or...

Choose peace...

And live a...

Long...

Happy...

Life...

Ya see...

That one moment only lasts about 7 seconds...

And then you and it are gone forever...

Sure you could live on through that moment...

But that moment becomes all that defines you...

All you were...

Really?

Is it worth it?

**Lightbulb**

Me thought not...

So I made my choice...

That maybe 2 1/2 minutes of glory would have lasted all of 2 1/2 minutes...

And all that would be left of me would be that...

Sure I would have taken you down with me...

But it was not worth it...

That moment would have defined me and nothing else I had done would have mattered...

Everything I did before that moment would be erased...

And that would be all I was...

So...

I walked away...

And never said a word...

I believe in my heart of hearts...

That even though it proved to be one of the most difficult tasks of my life so far...

I made the right choice...

Because at the end of the day...

I am remembered for so much more...

Because I was so much more...

But real talk though...

Indeed...

Homer saved yo' life.

Killed em wit di no!?

It's just amazing to me...

At the end of the day...

What I did...

What I did was...

I said no...

In all my years...

I have never gotten so much grief for doing nothing at all...

I can't comprehend how at the end of the day...

The fact that I didn't do what the rest of the kids were doing...

That warrants piss in my corn flakes...?

That's just ri-got-damn-diculous!

How old are we again?

I'm done with this mess I somehow created by doing not a damn thing...

I've made my efforts to rectify the situation...

But I can only go so much out my own damn way...

I'm tired...

And at the end of the day...

It's not on me...

It's on you...

So...

Sticks and stones may break my bones...

But trust...

Your bullshit ain't hurting me.

Blame Game...

"Let’s play the blame game, I love you, more
Let’s play the blame game for sure.

Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We’ve become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely

Let’s play the blame game, I love , more
Let’s play the blame game for sure.
Let’s call her names, names, I hate you, more.
Let’s call her names, names, for sure."

Fact is...

Fact is...

"At some point in our lives, each of us faces the loss of someone or something dear to us. The grief that follows such a loss can seem unbearable, but grief is actually a healing process. Grief is the emotional suffering we feel after a loss of some kind. The death of a loved one, loss of a limb, even intense disappointment can cause grief. Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross has named five stages of grief people go through following a serious loss. Sometimes people get stuck in one of the first four stages. Their lives can be painful until they move to the fifth stage - acceptance.

Five Stages Of Grief

1. Denial and Isolation.
   At first, we tend to deny the loss has taken place, and may withdraw from our usual social contacts. This stage may last a few moments, or longer.
2. Anger.
   The grieving person may then be furious at the person who inflicted the hurt (even if she's dead), or at the world, for letting it happen. He may be angry with himself for letting the event take place, even if, realistically, nothing could have stopped it.
3. Bargaining.
   Now the grieving person may make bargains with God, asking, "If I do this, will you take away the loss?"
4. Depression.
   The person feels numb, although anger and sadness may remain underneath.
5. Acceptance.
   This is when the anger, sadness and mourning have tapered off. The person simply accepts the reality of the loss."