Everyone has a way of letting things out or letting things go. It's kinda like therapy but less expensive. Sometimes someone might have just a simple thought or idea that they had stuck in their mind for some reason and needed to unleash it somehow. This is mine... this is me.



Friday, March 20, 2015

Prejudice vs Pride


 
We seem to live in a world where anything and everything can be considered controversial. Where there is an opinion, someone can hatch an argument out of it. All a person needs is a little time to sit on an idea before it produces enough heat to crack out of its shell and start pecking and chirping away into vexation. It is not to say that all opinions hold any kind of indignation to any or all persons whom may hold a difference in opinion, but too much of a push will always receive something in return. In today’s society, personal views are under attack even while we live in a “free” society, where we pride ourselves upon the first amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America. Although it seems silly that we still have equality issues over two centuries after the starting of an independent nation of supposed equal opportunities, it is also perturbing that values are under such pillory as well. We all have the right to have personal views, lifestyles and rights to religion, politics and even sexual orientation. After all, shouldn’t we know what is best for our own individual selves than for someone else to say who we can be, what we can do, when we can do it, why we cannot or how we should act or live?
When asked about personal views we tend to hold back the most controversial to avoid argument or to protect ourselves. Too often, we find ourselves skipping important events, open conversations in person or on social media, and even family get-togethers in attempt to keep from stepping into an exchange about something some may find arbitrary. Because someone may have a more biased view on either side of an issue does not mean it is any more wrong, unjust or less valuable to them than the ones we hold so dear. It does not mean that they are a bigot, racist, sexist or are prejudice in anyway; it just means they have values and opinions that differ. Do they not all hold as much of a right to freedom of speech, view or expression as others? Values are values no matter what the view or who holds it. To tell someone how to think is indeed limiting his or her freedoms just as much as another who says how one should live, what they should think or what they should believe. We as a whole society seem to coast too comfortably in this river of hypocrisy to realize that our own raft is bottoming out in the shallow water.
As limitless as an argument can be about what is or is not acceptable, we find ourselves falling victim to  scrutiny on all forefronts of society. Why should one dictate how another chooses their way of life? The “land of the free and home of the brave” should not have a limit to its reference or definition by only pertaining to those who fight in malicious wars, but also for those who stand up for their belief against all who may point, spit or snarl. We all live and learn to believe that we can be anything we want to be, and we should never stop teaching that. But when we start teaching people that he or she can be anyone or do anything only if it does not affect someone else’s view, then we are traveling down the wrong road. Our only limitations should be those we put on ourselves, not what others decide are acceptable for them.
Gender equality is just as much of a perpetuating fight today as it was when Abigail Adams infamously wrote “Remember the ladies” in her letter to her husband, the second president of the United States of America, John Adams, while he was away addressing political matters in Philadelphia, PA. The idea that women did not have as much of a value in society as their male counterparts was an undeniable oversight in American history. And many countries in the world today still view women as property. Abigail Adams’ influence on her husband’s accomplishments brought much leeway for future arguments for women’s rights and responsibilities in America, although her views of equality were not in the modern sense. But justifiably so, she believed that “the passion for Liberty cannot be equally strong in the breasts of those who have been accustomed to deprive their fellow creatures of theirs.” [1]
In the continuing battle of gender equality today, women, and anyone of any race, creed, color or gender for that matter, should not be limited in their wants, needs or desires in employment, lifestyle or value in society. They should not be limited in wages or the opportunities for jobs or careers that allows them to be competitive. Women who may want to become the President of the United States, for example, should have the right to achieve their goal based solely on their political achievements rather than gender overshadowing their abilities.
But are we devaluing motherhood in search for women’s equal rights and opportunities? It no longer appears to be acceptable for a woman to be proud of being a mother. To be a proud mother these days comes with the accusations or shame of limiting herself to the portrayal or depiction of what a woman can also be- a successful, proud, loving mother who raises her children instead of pursuing a career. Sadly, in today’s egocentric society, there can be no content or pride in being a loving mother in the midst of all the feministic views. A woman who prefers to be a homemaker or stay-at-home wife or mother should have the same rights to personal preferences in lifestyle as those who choose the career path, but many women these days feel the pressure to work out of the home.
There is the idea that while anyone protests against something important to him or her in today’s heterogeneous America, all who may fit the profile or visual description of those in protest must join the cause or suffer self-righteous, hypocritical discrimination from activists. Just as a black man can be labeled an “Uncle Tom,” a woman can be called an “antifeminist troll.” Why is it wrong when a woman prefers to raise her children at home instead of pursuing a career? She should not be considered an antifeminist or victim of women suffrage but rather, simply, a woman who is proud to be a mother. Her values are just as strong and deserve to be as valuable as anyone else’s that may oppose such a preference.
This country is diverse in many interesting and fascinating ways. Cultural differences, race and lifestyles differ throughout the U.S. It is what makes this country so wonderful to live in. No two people are the same, and neither are their values. The values we each hold have shaped who we are and who we become. Sometimes our values, beliefs or lifestyles change over time. Sometimes what we consider good or bad values can change, as well. And how can we determine what should be a good value to anyone other than ourselves? Only we can know. If a woman wants to work, let her work, and the same for a woman wants to stay at home with her children. The prejudices in the world should not push our pride too far to shift what we consider our own personal values. They are our foundation to which we build on, and no one should be able to tell another what should be important to them. Their values, goals, achievements and lifestyle choices are between them and God. When did it become customary to judge someone on his or her values and beliefs just because it differs from another’s? Is that not hypocrisy? “For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged; and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.”[2]


[1] Adams, Abigail. Letter to John Adams. March 31, 1776.
[2] The Book of Mormon. Smith Jr., Joseph trans. 3 Nephi 14:2.The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Salt Lake City, Utah, USA. 2013.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Hunt for Happiness



Tax season is wonderful, well, at least for me. I usually get a tax return that can pay off some or all of the debt that I accumulated throughout the year, or it can buy a “new to me” car. That is exactly what I will do this year- buy a new, used car! Since I do not technically have one of my own, it is time to replace the one I sold when I moved here to Utah. The choice and excitement of looking for a new car usually comes with a bragging conversation with friends or coworkers about what car I should buy. Recently, while talking with a man at work, I mentioned my hunt for a reliable Volkswagen or Subaru. Upon responding to his question of how much of a return I am getting, he gasped. “Why are you getting so much back?” I can only imagine his thoughts of how in the world someone who makes the same hourly wage as he does but with part-time employment can manage to have such a high tax return. My answer was simple; children (dependents), school (tuition) and my previous employer paid me substantially more than my current one does (although the latter had nothing to do with it, it was an attempt to steer the conversation). Throughout our conversation about taxes, money and cars, he kept trying to make sense of why someone would leave a job that pays upwards of $75-80,000 a year to then work part-time with a low income and go to school. The only way I could respond thoughtfully is by hitting a question back over the net. How can someone measure happiness in dollars?
Until recently, I worked for Waste Management of Oregon as a recycle truck driver. It is not exactly a glamorous job but it paid well for someone with only a tenth-grade education and a GED. Life seemed to take less effort than it previously did. My wife and I were able to afford things easier with minimal debt. We were able to keep up with hobbies, participate in night activities with friends, even loan money to family or friends when they needed it; we also hosted parties on occasion. But there always comes a decisive moment amongst functioning in a world so demanding, yet hardly rewarding. For us, it came in two separate instances in early 2014.
While out to dinner with my wife one night, I revealed my dream of becoming a writer and my want of someday writing a novel. A few months later in an argument about happiness, I revealed that despite our income, I was not happy; I also wanted to become an English teacher instead of a driver for the rest of my life. I have always felt that I was not living up to my potential and many of our friends and family agreed. The idea of being an English teacher is not the way to become successful, that is, if you measure success by income. But if you measure success by reward then you have something entirely different to live by. I have already made enough money to see what becomes of it, it tends to change people; and mostly for worse. I have not been rich but I have mingled with the wealthiest of the wealthy; I have also mingled with the poorest of the poor. There is no difference between the levels of happiness they can achieve or their abilities to become happy or sad. There is no difference in the value of their individual wants, needs and desires in life. And who are we to judge them by their desires?
Life is long. And it would be a shame for anyone to just flow with the current. I believe everyone has a chance to become someone happier. It is up to us to know what that is and how to achieve it and money is not the answer. A famous rapper, ironically, once wrote, “Mo’ money, mo’ problems,” and I believe that is true. I cannot argue with the importance of money in all situations but if you take money out of the equation, does it have to change the answer?

Friday, March 6, 2015

Glad to Just be Dad





          It is difficult to be a father of a teenager these days, especially a teenage girl. I can remember the time of my teen angst, growing up with no plans for what I will become in the future and always wanting to be away from home. All that mattered was friends, females and skateboarding so that is all I made time for. The view I had of my parents was a view I thought would never be placed on me- oblivious, embarrassing, unsympathetic… the list goes on. Today those words describe me. To my daughter, Ashley- 16, I am what my dad was to me; I am my dad. As much as I would like to think I have all the answers for her before she asks the questions, I don’t. I really don’t know what it is like to be a teenager right now. We all lose sight eventually through the changing of the times. But I can tell you this, I believe I am a good father.

It is not easy to look into a mirror and see the same person that other people see. I wish I had a nickel for each time someone had thought that my daughter is someone else in relation to me. I can still on occasion get a check stand clerk who refers to me as her brother or “friend.” More often is the question from her girlfriends saying, “That’s your dad?” It is not too often that someone assumes that we are father and daughter. I suppose I look too young, after all, I was only eighteen when Ashley was born and she always seemed to grow faster physically than I could age visually and perhaps, mentally, too. It is precisely for that reason that I still have a hard time thinking that I can be called anything other than a cool dad. I guess we all hope for that but rarely achieve it.

Recently, after our move from Oregon to Utah, my parenting skills have been challenged. My daughter had made the decision to move back to Oregon to live with her mother. The thought of being able to allow her to go took some time and at first, I was not going to let her go. But I suppose I was already preparing for the idea that she may want to move back when we first arrived here; her friends back home have always been at the top of her list of important people. When the time of her move neared, a man at my church was conversing with me and some others about teenage thoughts, wants and needs. He said, “Sometimes we as adults think we know what is important to [teenagers]. But what is important to them is what is important to them, and we have to be able to respect that.” Those words ran around in my head like the blood that pumps through it. I suddenly had the feeling that all my reasons for her to stay here in Utah were my reasons and not hers. I finally saw it and it became time to let her go.

It has only been a few short weeks since Ashley moved to Oregon to live with her mother. I am still trying to get used to the fact that she is no longer hiding in her room or hanging out with a friend. At some point, our children grow up and deserve to have an opinion whether we agree with it or not. It is the respect and freedom that we give as parents to our children that set the relationship up for success. Often times, when we make our decisions for them, we lose sight of what is often more important- their ability to make decisions and learn through consequence. We can also miss the opportunity to strengthen the relationship through trust. When she needs something in the future, I know that she can feel comfortable coming to me about it.

While I have had to take the rough path at being a father, I would not change a minute of it. We become who we are by what we learn and, although I may not always be the most important man in her life, I will always be Dad, and that is all I want to be… in every defining way.