Great Expectations

Great Expectations

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It’s a beautiful thing to have hopes, dreams and vision, for without a vision or a plan I think people would perish. But is there such a thing as having too much ambition?

Today, I’m surrounded by a generation confused that the hustle to take care of their young families, buy clothes, or post likable pictures, lies in the scheme of the quick come up. We live in a world where instead of living to work, we work to live and that need for money and status kind of drowns out the very things this land was said to be built upon, such as, morals and integrity. We want so bad that we will do anything to get it.

We each have different motives; different reasons for doing what we do and how we do it, but does that justify stealing from your neighbor so that you can be supported? We have misunderstood what it means to really hustle and grind. When I think of hustling I think of 2 jobs, late nights studying for that masters degree, an internship and a meeting with the mayor in the morning. But in these growing times, it’s the “zoe,” the scams, the stealing, the lies and deception. I watch and hear of people going to great lengths for fast cash so that they can reach their goals. But is there no accountability for the lives disrupted on the way there? What bothers me the most is that no one even cares.

I’m seeing how consumed we are in our own ambitions and dreams that there is no second look to the people we step on to get to where we want to be. There’s no one to blame, we are just a part of society so eager to win the race that we’re off before anyone has given directions. Our situations and needs are different, but I think it’s safe to say our end result is the same… to be comfortably happy. I believe we can be, without hurting one another to do it.

I was inspired to write today. I stood right next to a group of seemingly innocent kids on the bus in Staten Island. The incoming rush of new passengers, ringing cellphones, people talking, “normal” public transportation behavior occurred until this girl snatches an older man’s phone right from his hand and runs off the bus. The bus is rattled. The older man wastes no time. He’s out of his seat and out of the back door running after the girl, who is no older than 14, with the gang of her friends chasing after him with alleged crowbars. The bus driver closes the door and pulls off to continue the bus route.

I can’t help but feel like we are losing sight of what it means to really go after our dreams. I think the tough times are seeping into the growing generation, implanting the idea that ambition is doing whatever you have to by any means, even if it means hurting those around you.I don’t have the answers; I admit I’ve been a slave to my dreams as well. I guess the first step in doing better is realizing you have to.

A Kiss of Sun …

A Kiss of Sun …

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There’s something about the wind hitting the branches on the trees making them sway to the melody of its music that prompts my fingers to move. Or maybe it’s the look of the snow rushing to meet the ground, the passing cars, or pretty much anything solid; wherever they where before, the snowflakes clearly don’t want to be anymore, so they move with speed from the sky, to meet us. But their stay here, might seem like forever, but is only temporary. Because shortly, the sun will shine again, ending their visit, almost forcing them to leave, disappear really – they won’t stand a chance.

This weather reminds me of the relationship between situation and people. Daily we go through different trials and tribulations, or problems that might seem like the end of the world – or our world. I know personally there have been days where I force the biggest smiles, just to hide the feeling of unhappiness and save myself from the concerns and questioning. There were times that on the brightest of days, I’ve felt like I was in the middle of this storm by myself, swaying like those trees, rushed by the problems and negative thoughts…

But then the sun came out, and just like the snow, it melted all the problems away, and I was able to breath again. I think we take our “problems” to seriously, or at least I can say I honestly do. Whether it be situations with, work, school, loved ones or relationships – we can never let a situation become to great. Every storm will come to an end, at the end of every dark tunnel is always a light. A couple cliches are always the best way to rap up lol. I guess the moral is, storms like this one will come in our lives. Like the snow, they’ll seem to come right at you and attempt to stick, but with the kiss of the sun to the snow, or with prayer, your problems will sure to disappear.

 

As always.. Lovely.