Another One Of Life’s Lessons Pt. 2
There were a few people who asked me what my last post was about. Either that or they didn’t get the point of what it meant. So I figured I’d take the time to clarify in detail.
As with my poetry, anything I spit about is either one of two things: it is either something I’ve experienced and went through personally, or know someone that went through something that inspired me to spit about it. This blog is no different with the exception of the fact that I choose to go more in detail rather than vent about it in poetry form. But basically the last post was about the struggles of having too much pride and not knowing who (or when) to ask for help. Which leads to the saying “A closed mouth never gets fed”. I have no doubt about that. But the conflict comes once you do open your mouth and cry out for help. The people that you cry out to that are supposed to uplift and encourage (the church) either ignore the cries for help, or let it go in one ear and out the other. How can somebody perceive that as me waiting on the church or anybody else to find a job for me (do the legwork of looking)?
It’s bad enough having to deal with the “It’s not what you know, it’s WHO you know” way of how things work in the world. But to be accused of basically sitting on my ass waiting for a handout and expecting others to do the searching for me is all but a slap in the face. ESPECIALLY when one knows the struggles I’ve been through growing up and making it on my own with little to no help as it is. And this is coming from someone who holds the title of “Deacon” at the same church in question. And let’s not forget the American Legion. The organization that is supposed to be a fraternity of military veterans looking out for each other. I don’t know about other post locations in other parts of this country, but Post 267 in Columbus GA is the classic case of “Too many chiefs and not enough Indians”.
So with all this being said, the obvious thing a person should do when all else fails when it comes to asking for help is to take matters into your own hands right? So what right does anybody that ignored you have to get mad or feel some type of way because you do just that? Is it because you never begged and pleaded for their help as if your life depended on it? Or is it because you refuse to give them the satisfaction of kissing ass in order to get where you need to go? Some might say it’s having too much pride. I say SO BE IT!! The world is a cruel place as it is. Trying to make it on your own is an uphill battle. But when certain kind of people portray one thing (to be righteous and all about helping people in the community) only to deviate from that portrayal (pick and choose who they help based on association or prejudice), being self sufficient and having too much pride is the best trait one can have. It makes the damage minimal when it’s all said and done.
As with my poetry, anything I spit about is either one of two things: it is either something I’ve experienced and went through personally, or know someone that went through something that inspired me to spit about it. This blog is no different with the exception of the fact that I choose to go more in detail rather than vent about it in poetry form. But basically the last post was about the struggles of having too much pride and not knowing who (or when) to ask for help. Which leads to the saying “A closed mouth never gets fed”. I have no doubt about that. But the conflict comes once you do open your mouth and cry out for help. The people that you cry out to that are supposed to uplift and encourage (the church) either ignore the cries for help, or let it go in one ear and out the other. How can somebody perceive that as me waiting on the church or anybody else to find a job for me (do the legwork of looking)?
It’s bad enough having to deal with the “It’s not what you know, it’s WHO you know” way of how things work in the world. But to be accused of basically sitting on my ass waiting for a handout and expecting others to do the searching for me is all but a slap in the face. ESPECIALLY when one knows the struggles I’ve been through growing up and making it on my own with little to no help as it is. And this is coming from someone who holds the title of “Deacon” at the same church in question. And let’s not forget the American Legion. The organization that is supposed to be a fraternity of military veterans looking out for each other. I don’t know about other post locations in other parts of this country, but Post 267 in Columbus GA is the classic case of “Too many chiefs and not enough Indians”.
So with all this being said, the obvious thing a person should do when all else fails when it comes to asking for help is to take matters into your own hands right? So what right does anybody that ignored you have to get mad or feel some type of way because you do just that? Is it because you never begged and pleaded for their help as if your life depended on it? Or is it because you refuse to give them the satisfaction of kissing ass in order to get where you need to go? Some might say it’s having too much pride. I say SO BE IT!! The world is a cruel place as it is. Trying to make it on your own is an uphill battle. But when certain kind of people portray one thing (to be righteous and all about helping people in the community) only to deviate from that portrayal (pick and choose who they help based on association or prejudice), being self sufficient and having too much pride is the best trait one can have. It makes the damage minimal when it’s all said and done.
Tags: determination, pride, sufficiency
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