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A Decade Here and Gone

I am a young man. Impetuous, a true idiot, and far from wise. I say this not to be self-deprecating, or to garner any specific sympathy or support. I say this so you may forgive me if I come across as glib or overly morose. I also say this to make it clear how obvious this situation is.

10 years. A milestone for myriad occasions. High school graduations, marriages, employment. A nice round number: long enough to have seen many changes, not so long as to make you forget where it all began, so you can still recognize change. 10 years since two planes flew into NYC skyscrapers, one into the Pentagon, and one into Terra Firma, PA. Truly a turning point for our nation, but in retrospect, it seems like we may have made a wrong turn.

Historically, tragedy has been a force of growth and definition for our country. Pearl Harbor, for example, galvanized a nation to war, proving beyond doubt our military and economic prowess, which netted us global dominance in many arenas. Granted, we already held international respect for many of our accomplishments, specifically our burgeoning trade and industry. WWII, though, showed the world that we meant business, and while the attach in Hawaii was tragic, it slingshot us to greatness. At least for a time.

Countless regional disasters have also served to gird the loins of American prosperity. The Chicago fires, the major earthquakes in California, etc. Each of these led to a reanalysis of laws, policies, and they were expanded–sometimes created–to create a better place, safer and more conducive to our lifestyle. And after these, we succeeded. We became wealthy, successful, and respected. Not by everyone, of course, but what country is? Then came 2001. We were coming off of a largely economically successful presidency (and there are always arguments on either side of that issue), and hopes were high that it would continue. Then came September 11.

The events of that day plunged our country into a panicked frenzy. Mobs were attacking any brown person around. Merchants were gouging consumers, who were equally scared. Our people were hurting our own out of fear, and maybe even a little greed, but even with that, we eventually learned to quell the violence. But many never learned to quell the hatred. Our news media, the purported voices of reason, spread fear and hate for ratings, and what’s worse, there are people who take the pundits at face value. They spew hatred and intolerance, and people just eat it up. Internalize it. Realize it. As a result, our reputations has become that we are the pulse of intolerance and ignorance. And, simply, it’s repulsive.

It’s now 10 years later, and a lot has happened. We entered two unending theaters of war, we found and captured one dictatorial leader, who was hung amidst celebration by his mistreated people. Then, we actually found and killed the man believed to be behind the very attacks that happened 10 years ago. We killed him, too. Amidst these military victories, we have also given up a number of civil rights, and pieces of our sense of decency. We’ve allowed our disabled and elderly to be humiliated at the hands of under-trained and overzealous airport security guards. We are as confused and scared and flummoxed as ever, and this is after 10 (T-E-N) years.

The media will be talking all day about how we should be honoring the memories of the people who died. But we’ve done a pretty poor job of that in the last decade haven’t we, then? Our grand memorial at ground zero has barely been started, largely due to money grubbing and squabbling amongst contractors. We have let fear take over our media. There is still wide-spread and unilateral hatred of anyone with brown skin. What have we become, really?

We have not honored these peoples’ lives. And we won’t ever, not until we step back and reprioritize. We are losing money hand over fist to two wars, despite our crippling debt, which is made worse by inactive political leaders, too powerful corporate lobbies, and corporations grabbing for every last dollar without giving back to the communities which fostered their grown from their infancies. It’s made worse by desperation and frustration of the millions looking for jobs. It’s made worse by helplessness and hopelessness in change. We really need to just step back and look at what it means to be American. To be us, not to police the world, not to tell any other country what government is good and what is bad.

We need to just “do us,” for a while, at least until we’re back on our feet and not still reeling from poor decision making and a sucker punch that happened 10 years ago. We need to regroup, refocus, and look at what we lost. Then, we need to move forward. Build from that loss, and do what we’ve always done: come back better and stronger than ever before. But how?

I don’t know. How do you get out of the wars we’ve started? How do you step back and regroup? I have no idea, but something’s got to give, and it cannot be the already flagging American vigor and livelihood. The successful plan is the plan which brings us back to our roots. The plan that reignites the ingenuity and sheer force of will that brought us through so many tragedies in the past. That’s the plan I’ll be looking for.

**NOTE: I understand that not everyone who will read this is an American. I am, though, so please excuse me when I say “our country.” I do not mean to imply that you are included in the collective, just me and the rest of the Americans.

Another Day, Another New Year

With a new year comes the opportunity to change ourselves. To start over with a clean slate. It’s always a bit refreshing, and always a bit unnerving.

I mean, in some ways, it’s just another day. Nothing changed. Still headed off to work. Still trying to figure out what to do for dinner. Still the same old crap, But at the same time, now you’ve got a whole year to reinvent yourself. To change the same old crap. To take new risks. Have new adventures.

But sometimes, it’s just good enough to survive. Just good enough to keep your head down and get through it. In some ways, I feel like that’s what happened in 2010. We had some opportunity for growth and exploration (I mean, we DID go to Disney), but for the most part, it felt like just recovering from the period of unemployment I had in 2009. And you know what? That’s okay, because we needed to recover. We needed to regroup, and just get through it.

So what does 2011 have in store for the wife and me? I have no idea. New job? New opportunities? Who knows! And that’s exciting. Hopefully we’ll be able to pursue some of the things we have been hoping for, but if not, that’s okay too. We’ll at least be a step closer to those dreams.

In this mixed-up crazy world, sometimes progress is all you can ask for. Achievement can be delayed, and it may never even happen, but constant progress is galvanizing. It keeps you going, keeps you making that next step. And that’s what I intend to do. Just keep moving forward.

That’s my New Year’s Resolution for 2011. Just keep moving forward, not worrying about setbacks in the past, just onward and upward. And I’d encourage you to do the same.

Letters to the Past

You were quiet. Smart, but quiet. But even still, you backed me up when a teacher tried to teach us about simile and metaphor wrong and I called her on it. I never said anything, but I pretty much thought that was the coolest thing ever. Even if she didn’t much like me after that.

We never really spent any time together, with few small exceptions. But you were a pretty cool guy. Just quiet. And at the time, I didn’t know what to do with that. I had not yet reached that point where silence was understandable. Even a good thing.

We progressed through high school, never being much more than just acquaintances, despite that we were always in the same classes. Seeing each other, never knowing each other. I’m sorry I wasn’t more open and didn’t pursue more of a friendship. I was kind of a jerk back then.

I wonder where you are now. How you’re doing. What you have made of yourself. If you ever became more assertive. Will I ever find out? I don’t know. I hope you are well, and I hope we run into each other sometime.

30 Days of Truth 8: Living Hell

(An on-going project to discover truth in and about ourselves. See the others here)

Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.

I moved from a private Christian school to public school in 8th grade. I left all my friends behind, and set out into the “real world.” I knew several people, those who had also gone to the private school, but left much earlier than I did. But little did I know that these were not, at all, the same people.

I hung out with them, because I thought I knew them, but really, I was just a piece of scenery. Someone to crack jokes about who wouldn’t fight back because he didn’t know anyone else. Was always left out of group events, never invited out.

I thought it must have been because I was fat. Or because I was, in some other way, offensive. But I have since realized that the problem was not with me. The problem was that they were all jerks. It’s unfortunate that it took me close to 3 years of feelings like shit to figure that out.

When I got to college, I had learned this important lesson. I refused to be tread upon. I refused to be the butt of the jokes. I refused to be treated like an outsider. I found good friends, and these have lasted past college, though we a scattered across the country. So they may have been jerks in high school, but at least they taught me that I deserve better.