I was reading a book a while back and it had several layers of insights about race, love and other sorts of mental tangibles. But this one point seemed so visceral; sometimes it takes a man (or woman) outside your immediate circle of associations to recognize the value of who you are as a person or woman. Perhaps, they are not bound by the same systemic effects of history in the same way or have an outlook shaped by the past in the same manner. This heightened awareness allows you to learn and view life and your surroundings with a more focused and enhanced vision through the perspective of someone else.
As I stated yesterday I went for a walk and enjoyable it was. It was windy and I loved it. 70 degrees and a breeze didn't make for a bad time outdoors at all. Needless to say it brought yesterday's earlier agitation (read totally perturbed) to a simmer and provided an interesting perspective. I relished the blowing air and thought about my time in college. It was great and I got through it with out too much drama or incident (with the exception of a few memorables, which is for another day another post). That being said, I didn't drink, smoke or experiment with drugs. I don't say that as some type of badge of honor because that's not the case at all. But it was apparent, that somewhere along the way I truly believed what my grandparents told me growing up about character, honor, and integrity. However, the older I get I've grown wary or maybe even cynical at what maybe appears to be watered-down standards we've immersed ourselves in society. Notice I say ...
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