What is going on in the world?

Ever since my sister broke the news that she is preggers, I have been most concerned with the state of affairs in the world.  All with due reason; children are being born every single day, and the world continues to become a hostile environment.  The media applies censorship to most of the news and that is why we are so shielded from the horrors that are happening every day not only abroad, but in our own backyards.  It is such an ugly time to be anything but white in America. Should you read uncensored news, you will find stories after stories of injustices against people of color (POC).

You may think my statements are a bit on the extreme, but you won’t hear it on the evening news and that’s the reality. 

I simply can’t fathom how kids are expected to grow up in this very troubling world, at this specific moment in time. I am aware that history tends to repeat itself. People survived it then, and surely, we’ll be able to survive it this time around. But don’t you find it rather depressing that there is so much ugliness in the world. Was it ever worse than what it is now? I know, I am plagued with so many questions.

I wish to be lighthearted, and take everything at face value but how can I, when there is much need in the world? So much need for a better tomorrow. Children born since 2011 do not know a world without war. We have kids growing up being taught hatred against those who look different from themselves.  We’re supposed to be embracing a global community/world. But most kids are not being taught secondary languages.  A famous quote by Mark Twain states, “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”

Education and Goals

Today I was a more honest with myself than I tend to be.  Don’t get me wrong. I am quite honest with others and myself but today was a bit deeper than usual.  I had lunch with one of the managers that I support. As we sit across the table from each other, she starts telling me about a situation with her niece and how she recently dropped out of high school.

This subject hits home because I too dropped out of high school. Most of my friends don’t know this about me. Moreover, this is one of those things that I choose not to tell people. Can you blame me?

My story is a bit different from most high school dropouts. I managed to get my GED, a Bachelor’s and now my Masters.  Most of the dropouts that I meet can’t say the same. And by no means am I the exception. There certainly are a great deal of people who share my story; who truly are enterprising people. I just never thought that I would utter those words simply because it serves no real purpose.

Knowing this about me does not take away any of my achievements or make any of these any more or less exceptional. 

But I told this to my manager in the course of conversation. This is one of those things that I like to keep to myself. However, in the course of conversing with my manager, I told her this so that she can give hope to her niece that so long as you apply yourself to something, you can achieve wonderful results. That’s the reality.

I am a strong believer that “you are not a product of your environment.”  You can manifest a different reality than those around you but it will take hard work and dedication.  I know that for some, they are victims of their environments. Or maybe, I should say, they allow themselves to be victims of their environments. But don’t get me wrong. I believe that there is institutionalized system of limitations that prevent a person from getting out. But it is possible, you can get out. Look at me, my public school education was mediocre at best but I am smart. I sought my own education and passed my GED exam on the first try. My college school grades were in the A’s and B’s, and the same goes for my Master’s.

I did not give up even when it was easy to. I kept at it even when I had enough of it. That is my story.