($)'s Blog
March 24, 2013
Letter To My Unborn Child
Excerpt from I Deal to Plunder
Copyright © 2011-2012 by John-Talmage Mathis
I’m often asked what brought about the decision to write about my recent experiences. Was it done out of spite to get back at those I felt had done me wrong? Not at all. For anyone who thinks this, humble yourself. And get over yourself. The casino, the characters, and the situations surrounding my recent experience have all given an injection for the premise of this book. These experiences are the wrapper to the artistic gift contained within the box from which this book comes about. Though it is true that some of these experiences inspired the book, it is much more than a tell-all book. Nothing has been written to bring shame or grief to any company or person. The choice to write about my experience, with an emphasis on the word my, was made for a much larger purpose.
The book was written for me. The book was written for my parents. The book was written for my unborn child. When we feel pained—so pained by someone or something—we carry that scar with us for the rest of our lives. At some point, we need closure; we need some sort of healing. It’s easy to try and ignore these pains and to conceal them from friends, family, and from ourselves. But all this does is leave the wound open and further infect our perspective of life.
So I decided to sit at my desk, look at my monitor, and imagine that this medium would allow me to talk it out and find the cause and solutions to the wounds that have brought me to my knees. My brick wall of internal reservations was torn down so that I could find solace from the feeling of hopelessness. Otherwise, my past days and future days would be lived feeling spiteful, angry, and with the inability to trust. What kind of life is this for one to live?
Even on this day today, I don’t feel anger or resentment toward any of the situations described in this book. Instead, I feel empowered, as if a new breath of life has swept through my internal being for me to see the simplicity and beauty in the life I have journeyed half blind.
The feelings I had while writing this book could be compared to the feelings we have when we find ourselves singing loudly in the shower. In that moment, we are our own superstar, comfortable and undistracted by the many pressures of life. I write about my experiences for the same reason a person decides to run, fish, paint, cry, or whatever else one does to channel their pains from the wounds of life. Doing this distracts us from becoming fixated on the grimness of our lives.
The second reason I took this creative approach was to allow my parents to see my intent, my dreams, my desires, and my everyday struggles that I have fought so hard for, so that one day I can feel as if I have given to them what they have given to me. My parents are great parents. They are my gravity and gauge of love. In all my years of being a child of theirs, I have brought many trying times to them. Still, no matter how large or how stupid my mistake was, my parents still cradled me with the same love given to a newborn.
It’s because of this grand exchange of life’s greatest gift of love that I made it a point to—when I had full control of my life—spend every waking day pushing the boundaries that this universe and genetic coding of mine have drawn before me as my limits. I would keep pushing until I reached a place where I could bring the same love that I had felt to them. Where they would know with absolute certainty that they never need regret the way they chose to raise me. They provided me with a love that was unconditionally magnificent.
At jobs, I would stay later than others and learn as much as I could so that eventually my achievements would rival those of my peers who from their births enjoyed the paths of good fortune already laid before them. In school, I may not have had all the colorful ribbons and tassels around my neck, but I found my way to stand out so that I wouldn’t become lost among the sea of normalcy, lost in the crowd. After the military, all I knew life to be was what was outlined on a syllabus. I was in school for the fall and spring semesters, as well as the summer and winter break semesters. And so when the time came to graduate, my name was called by the announcer four different times. While in graduate school, I did everything I could to make sure I would be part of the first class of my school’s new Executive MBA program. I did it. The Executive MBA class of 2010 was composed of Franklin Degraw and myself.
With each level-up I achieved in life, I still found myself on life’s icy hill. Each time I heard of a death, I was reminded that tomorrow is not a promise to anyone, and that I should not take the breath of my parents’ lives for granted. So each night I would lay my head down and contemplate how I could relieve myself from the feelings of defeat and failure. I am far from the envisioned future I held as a pendant across my chest as a child. It is for this reason that I have emerged from the rubble of the wall I used to protect myself and my ambitions. Instead of being reserved, I now try to act and say everything in a transparent manner. And so, it is in this book that I drop the cloak of conformity and allow my family to see my decade-long battle for success.
Mom and Dad, take my hand and let me guide you through the doors of what I have always envisioned, so that you can see the preparation, the decoration, the delicacies, and the gifts of the future I have been waiting to surprise you with—to be able to tell you that you no longer have to worry about your mortgage or any other bill. I wanted the last years of your life to be free of stress. I wanted you to see the lonely trees of the highest mountains and hear the chanting of the monks from the furthest land seen in the horizon. We’re almost there. Bear with me, my parents. I’m still pushing past the daggers of my constrained life. For now, understand that everything I do is in honor of and love for you.
Before I write about my third reason for writing this book, let me thank all the people that have motivated me and purchased the previous editions of I Deal to Plunder. Thank you. In my times of doubt and loss, to see that a stranger invested their time and money in something as intimate and personal as a written thought by me has continued to fascinate me to this day. I again kneel before you to say thank you.
There was a delay between Part II and the final completion of the book, but that is because I wanted to perfect the language, imagery, and thoughts. Just as I felt extreme delight in the many books sold, and even jumped in joy as I saw my book rise up the ranks of bestseller, I began to feel that I had cheated those same people by releasing an inferior product. I am sorry. I invite you to please restart at page one. I have spent many nights crumbling pages, marking through paragraphs, and searching for the right words.
This book, now in its completion, is something I hand to you with moist eyes. Hopefully through my twists and twirls, you’ll see something similar to a situation of yours. I hope my willingness to overcome these many hurdles shed light on any doubts or uncertainties that tug at your conscience. Remember, never doubt yourself. Come to see yourself as a person of a pure beauty and greatness. Now bring this internal being outward and expose it to the world. You will then be able to see the beauty in life, and how incredible you really are.
My last reason for writing this book is for the benefit of my unborn child. Since this is for him (or her), I will change the tone, so that it is a father’s letter to his child:
My child, I understand the pains that life will offer you. I know of the internal demons that will come to fertilize doubt and uncertainty. But you have to understand that it is this pain that will be the fuel to motivate you to go the extra mile when others have long given up.
You will be afraid, as I have been all of my life. We see life conceptually and in a way that all is seen before experienced. It’s because of this that we nod our heads at those who go headfirst into a situation without a plan. You won’t understand the rush to settle down, to marry, to call every smiling female (or male) your love; you won’t understand why people do things when the outcome of their poor choices is already known. This is where you will come to feel estranged from the rest of the world. You will feel out of place. You will feel lost. You will feel lonely. And with a young, developing mind, your body will convulse in confusion at finding a way to relate with others and receiving their acceptance and validation.
But my sweet loving child, take a deep breath. Your life is your own portrait. Learn about the brushes that feel natural in your hand. Learn about the strokes and the colors. Learn about the mixtures and how each stroke, mixed color, and learned style all add to the grand scheme of the life you will strive to make your own.
But you’ll want everything to happen at once. This is no different than putting a monkey in an art studio with paints and brushes. The result is chaos. This will lead to frustration and anger. I warn you now, so that this will be something you can avoid. Take that pent-up confusion and study life’s movement and the lessons from the great minds of the past. Transfer this lost vocabulary and inability of natural expression to some kind of art form like music. If it is music . . . I know, I know—don’t try to learn the musical notes. I failed at learning the hieroglyphics notes of sound. Instead, close your eyes and let your soul play the instrument while enjoying the comfort and the stillness that is felt within. Match the tunes to the wavy pains that pulsate inside you. Find the tune that numbs your stresses so that you are instead relaxed and calmed.
My last word of advice, my child, is to be yourself; as awkward and odd as it may be, be yourself. While others go through fads of long hair, short skirts, goth to punk, you too will transition through your own stages. But these stages are signs of growth. A growth that will continuously compound the pureness of your heart—one that steers the lost souls and minds who will find their way to you by laying a hand on your shoulder for guidance. Don’t turn your back on them; don’t expect anything from them. Help them . . . guide them. That is what we do. That is our grand purpose. And from this, you will learn about yourself and find enjoyment in others’ joys.
We all contribute to the flutters and ripples of life that allow us to feel love, joy, appreciation, tranquility, and compassion. And though I imagine it will be some five years before I see your eyes sparkling at me as I hold you in my hands for the first time, I promise you, my child, that I will be there for you every difficult step—in the same way your grandparents were there for me. And I promise you, my child, I will never let you see a day of misery or pain that is beyond what is needed for your growth or which you cannot handle.
I’ve had many disappointments, pains, and, abandonments in my life, but I took them on at an early stage of life so that I alone can experience them. When you enter this world, you’ll always know—during every step you take—that I am here at your side. I will be there for you. I won’t be distracted by divorce, money, or a mid-life crisis. I promise. My main purpose in life will be to hold your hand as we wander through life’s many paths together. And through this hike through life, I will give to you all the insight, experiences, and education I have accumulated to this point for the sole reason that your life may be enriched. So that you can know the shortcuts.
My child, know that I love you, and I am still fighting the struggles interwoven within the gravities of this planet so that I can become a stronger and better person, so that I can guide you and be at your side. This is my promise. This is the portrait I am now finishing at the age of twenty-nine. The world and your father will be ready when you beckon. I can’t wait to hold your hand and see my greatest joy and creation bring the littering of good to the many streets of lost compassion.
My, my, my, I can see now that each day that I wake greeted by your presence, I know I will openly weep with a joy that no other has felt. I love you, my child. Never forget this. You will never be able to do any wrong that would cause me to abandon you.
# # #
I Deal to Plunder - A ride through the boom town. Pre-Release
Copyright © 2011-2012 by John-Talmage Mathis
I’m often asked what brought about the decision to write about my recent experiences. Was it done out of spite to get back at those I felt had done me wrong? Not at all. For anyone who thinks this, humble yourself. And get over yourself. The casino, the characters, and the situations surrounding my recent experience have all given an injection for the premise of this book. These experiences are the wrapper to the artistic gift contained within the box from which this book comes about. Though it is true that some of these experiences inspired the book, it is much more than a tell-all book. Nothing has been written to bring shame or grief to any company or person. The choice to write about my experience, with an emphasis on the word my, was made for a much larger purpose.
The book was written for me. The book was written for my parents. The book was written for my unborn child. When we feel pained—so pained by someone or something—we carry that scar with us for the rest of our lives. At some point, we need closure; we need some sort of healing. It’s easy to try and ignore these pains and to conceal them from friends, family, and from ourselves. But all this does is leave the wound open and further infect our perspective of life.
So I decided to sit at my desk, look at my monitor, and imagine that this medium would allow me to talk it out and find the cause and solutions to the wounds that have brought me to my knees. My brick wall of internal reservations was torn down so that I could find solace from the feeling of hopelessness. Otherwise, my past days and future days would be lived feeling spiteful, angry, and with the inability to trust. What kind of life is this for one to live?
Even on this day today, I don’t feel anger or resentment toward any of the situations described in this book. Instead, I feel empowered, as if a new breath of life has swept through my internal being for me to see the simplicity and beauty in the life I have journeyed half blind.
The feelings I had while writing this book could be compared to the feelings we have when we find ourselves singing loudly in the shower. In that moment, we are our own superstar, comfortable and undistracted by the many pressures of life. I write about my experiences for the same reason a person decides to run, fish, paint, cry, or whatever else one does to channel their pains from the wounds of life. Doing this distracts us from becoming fixated on the grimness of our lives.
The second reason I took this creative approach was to allow my parents to see my intent, my dreams, my desires, and my everyday struggles that I have fought so hard for, so that one day I can feel as if I have given to them what they have given to me. My parents are great parents. They are my gravity and gauge of love. In all my years of being a child of theirs, I have brought many trying times to them. Still, no matter how large or how stupid my mistake was, my parents still cradled me with the same love given to a newborn.
It’s because of this grand exchange of life’s greatest gift of love that I made it a point to—when I had full control of my life—spend every waking day pushing the boundaries that this universe and genetic coding of mine have drawn before me as my limits. I would keep pushing until I reached a place where I could bring the same love that I had felt to them. Where they would know with absolute certainty that they never need regret the way they chose to raise me. They provided me with a love that was unconditionally magnificent.
At jobs, I would stay later than others and learn as much as I could so that eventually my achievements would rival those of my peers who from their births enjoyed the paths of good fortune already laid before them. In school, I may not have had all the colorful ribbons and tassels around my neck, but I found my way to stand out so that I wouldn’t become lost among the sea of normalcy, lost in the crowd. After the military, all I knew life to be was what was outlined on a syllabus. I was in school for the fall and spring semesters, as well as the summer and winter break semesters. And so when the time came to graduate, my name was called by the announcer four different times. While in graduate school, I did everything I could to make sure I would be part of the first class of my school’s new Executive MBA program. I did it. The Executive MBA class of 2010 was composed of Franklin Degraw and myself.
With each level-up I achieved in life, I still found myself on life’s icy hill. Each time I heard of a death, I was reminded that tomorrow is not a promise to anyone, and that I should not take the breath of my parents’ lives for granted. So each night I would lay my head down and contemplate how I could relieve myself from the feelings of defeat and failure. I am far from the envisioned future I held as a pendant across my chest as a child. It is for this reason that I have emerged from the rubble of the wall I used to protect myself and my ambitions. Instead of being reserved, I now try to act and say everything in a transparent manner. And so, it is in this book that I drop the cloak of conformity and allow my family to see my decade-long battle for success.
Mom and Dad, take my hand and let me guide you through the doors of what I have always envisioned, so that you can see the preparation, the decoration, the delicacies, and the gifts of the future I have been waiting to surprise you with—to be able to tell you that you no longer have to worry about your mortgage or any other bill. I wanted the last years of your life to be free of stress. I wanted you to see the lonely trees of the highest mountains and hear the chanting of the monks from the furthest land seen in the horizon. We’re almost there. Bear with me, my parents. I’m still pushing past the daggers of my constrained life. For now, understand that everything I do is in honor of and love for you.
Before I write about my third reason for writing this book, let me thank all the people that have motivated me and purchased the previous editions of I Deal to Plunder. Thank you. In my times of doubt and loss, to see that a stranger invested their time and money in something as intimate and personal as a written thought by me has continued to fascinate me to this day. I again kneel before you to say thank you.
There was a delay between Part II and the final completion of the book, but that is because I wanted to perfect the language, imagery, and thoughts. Just as I felt extreme delight in the many books sold, and even jumped in joy as I saw my book rise up the ranks of bestseller, I began to feel that I had cheated those same people by releasing an inferior product. I am sorry. I invite you to please restart at page one. I have spent many nights crumbling pages, marking through paragraphs, and searching for the right words.
This book, now in its completion, is something I hand to you with moist eyes. Hopefully through my twists and twirls, you’ll see something similar to a situation of yours. I hope my willingness to overcome these many hurdles shed light on any doubts or uncertainties that tug at your conscience. Remember, never doubt yourself. Come to see yourself as a person of a pure beauty and greatness. Now bring this internal being outward and expose it to the world. You will then be able to see the beauty in life, and how incredible you really are.
My last reason for writing this book is for the benefit of my unborn child. Since this is for him (or her), I will change the tone, so that it is a father’s letter to his child:
My child, I understand the pains that life will offer you. I know of the internal demons that will come to fertilize doubt and uncertainty. But you have to understand that it is this pain that will be the fuel to motivate you to go the extra mile when others have long given up.
You will be afraid, as I have been all of my life. We see life conceptually and in a way that all is seen before experienced. It’s because of this that we nod our heads at those who go headfirst into a situation without a plan. You won’t understand the rush to settle down, to marry, to call every smiling female (or male) your love; you won’t understand why people do things when the outcome of their poor choices is already known. This is where you will come to feel estranged from the rest of the world. You will feel out of place. You will feel lost. You will feel lonely. And with a young, developing mind, your body will convulse in confusion at finding a way to relate with others and receiving their acceptance and validation.
But my sweet loving child, take a deep breath. Your life is your own portrait. Learn about the brushes that feel natural in your hand. Learn about the strokes and the colors. Learn about the mixtures and how each stroke, mixed color, and learned style all add to the grand scheme of the life you will strive to make your own.
But you’ll want everything to happen at once. This is no different than putting a monkey in an art studio with paints and brushes. The result is chaos. This will lead to frustration and anger. I warn you now, so that this will be something you can avoid. Take that pent-up confusion and study life’s movement and the lessons from the great minds of the past. Transfer this lost vocabulary and inability of natural expression to some kind of art form like music. If it is music . . . I know, I know—don’t try to learn the musical notes. I failed at learning the hieroglyphics notes of sound. Instead, close your eyes and let your soul play the instrument while enjoying the comfort and the stillness that is felt within. Match the tunes to the wavy pains that pulsate inside you. Find the tune that numbs your stresses so that you are instead relaxed and calmed.
My last word of advice, my child, is to be yourself; as awkward and odd as it may be, be yourself. While others go through fads of long hair, short skirts, goth to punk, you too will transition through your own stages. But these stages are signs of growth. A growth that will continuously compound the pureness of your heart—one that steers the lost souls and minds who will find their way to you by laying a hand on your shoulder for guidance. Don’t turn your back on them; don’t expect anything from them. Help them . . . guide them. That is what we do. That is our grand purpose. And from this, you will learn about yourself and find enjoyment in others’ joys.
We all contribute to the flutters and ripples of life that allow us to feel love, joy, appreciation, tranquility, and compassion. And though I imagine it will be some five years before I see your eyes sparkling at me as I hold you in my hands for the first time, I promise you, my child, that I will be there for you every difficult step—in the same way your grandparents were there for me. And I promise you, my child, I will never let you see a day of misery or pain that is beyond what is needed for your growth or which you cannot handle.
I’ve had many disappointments, pains, and, abandonments in my life, but I took them on at an early stage of life so that I alone can experience them. When you enter this world, you’ll always know—during every step you take—that I am here at your side. I will be there for you. I won’t be distracted by divorce, money, or a mid-life crisis. I promise. My main purpose in life will be to hold your hand as we wander through life’s many paths together. And through this hike through life, I will give to you all the insight, experiences, and education I have accumulated to this point for the sole reason that your life may be enriched. So that you can know the shortcuts.
My child, know that I love you, and I am still fighting the struggles interwoven within the gravities of this planet so that I can become a stronger and better person, so that I can guide you and be at your side. This is my promise. This is the portrait I am now finishing at the age of twenty-nine. The world and your father will be ready when you beckon. I can’t wait to hold your hand and see my greatest joy and creation bring the littering of good to the many streets of lost compassion.
My, my, my, I can see now that each day that I wake greeted by your presence, I know I will openly weep with a joy that no other has felt. I love you, my child. Never forget this. You will never be able to do any wrong that would cause me to abandon you.
# # #
I Deal to Plunder - A ride through the boom town. Pre-Release
The Reasons Your Resume is Rejected
How to eliminate those applying to jobs -- software and guidance. [Disappointing]
I was researching ATS (Application Testing System) for my blog and later editions of my book (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005FBA900).I came across the link below. It's disappointing, smug, but gives you an insight from behind the scenes.
http://opportunitiesproject.com/wp-co...
Eliminate the unemployed.
“Employed people are the drivers, the real doers,” Christian said. “Someone who’s unemployed [entails] higher risk. You can’t really find out what’s going on. If somebody’s unemployed, [people who give them references] want to feel helpful. They feel bad. They may be paying severance. They may [have reasons to] distort what the real story is.”
Eliminate those with too many jobs.
“Number of jobs is important,” Christian said. “I don’t want someone with more than four jobs per 10 years. The ideal is two. And I want one of the last few jobs to have some length in the job, to show that
they’ve been there awhile, whether it’s two, three, four or five years, depending on how old they are.”
Eliminate those who don’t get promoted.
Christian eliminates candidates who show the same job title twice. “Why [aren’t they] moving up?” he said. “Generally speaking, you’ll find out they’re [those who only move horizontally are] not the best
candidate.
Eliminate those outside of your geography.
“If they don’t live where the job is, and there are people who do, why mess around with that?” Christian said. “Better candidates won’t move. Better people don’t have to.”
# # #
For the (Soon) Unemployed: You Against Them
I was researching ATS (Application Testing System) for my blog and later editions of my book (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005FBA900).I came across the link below. It's disappointing, smug, but gives you an insight from behind the scenes.
http://opportunitiesproject.com/wp-co...
Eliminate the unemployed.
“Employed people are the drivers, the real doers,” Christian said. “Someone who’s unemployed [entails] higher risk. You can’t really find out what’s going on. If somebody’s unemployed, [people who give them references] want to feel helpful. They feel bad. They may be paying severance. They may [have reasons to] distort what the real story is.”
Eliminate those with too many jobs.
“Number of jobs is important,” Christian said. “I don’t want someone with more than four jobs per 10 years. The ideal is two. And I want one of the last few jobs to have some length in the job, to show that
they’ve been there awhile, whether it’s two, three, four or five years, depending on how old they are.”
Eliminate those who don’t get promoted.
Christian eliminates candidates who show the same job title twice. “Why [aren’t they] moving up?” he said. “Generally speaking, you’ll find out they’re [those who only move horizontally are] not the best
candidate.
Eliminate those outside of your geography.
“If they don’t live where the job is, and there are people who do, why mess around with that?” Christian said. “Better candidates won’t move. Better people don’t have to.”
# # #
For the (Soon) Unemployed: You Against Them
March 21, 2013
Subscribed Ideologies
Excerpt from I Deal to Plunder
Copyright © 2011-2013 by John-Talmage Mathis
Life is meant to be lived with purpose.
For me, my navigational purpose was the American Dream. I wanted to pursue this dream while pushing any and all distractions to the side. For the past decade, I have been putting the pieces in motion to allow me to chase the dream showcased within my mind since the earliest days. I did everything correctly; I played by the rules. I worked hard, I attained an education, and I tried to live life righteously.
I saw the Dream as a glimmer in the horizon. It was my North Star, and I followed it. I had a vision of what awaited me at the end of my path: my own home, a happy marriage, and me smiling on a rocker as I watched Nestle and my children playing in the backyard—my backyard. I planned to achieve this dream by earnestly working hard. It always seemed within reach. I wasn’t disillusioned. Many others used this same roadmap to achieve their American Dream. Why should this now be seen as a fantasy? Why is it that in my pursuit of this Dream I’ve encountered nothing but obstacles that have prevented me from achieving the reality of being sprawled in a rocker with a smiling child in a tire swing.
I’ve never felt that the American Dream was owed to me. I never felt that I was entitled to this Dream. This is why I laid the cobblestones before me for this Dream to be achieved. My childhood rascality didn’t produce everlasting consequences that restricted my hopes. And despite what was said in high school and from the indicative aptitude tests, I remained steadfast in my goals to attain a higher education. At jobs I stayed late and worked harder than the fella beside me. So, though I didn’t believe I’m entitled to any one thing, I did subscribe to the ideology of this society. I pulled at my bootstraps. I worked hard. So why then do I find myself without any of the gains from this American Dream?
Why do I find myself with such a disadvantageous life? Why do I feel as if I am a refugee of this nation—a refugee from the corporate free markets that dictate the standards of this land? Why, when I have experienced such injustice, have I been offered no guidance? Where are you, Mayor Glover? Where are you, President Obama? Where are the senators, the Department of Labor, and the safety nets of this nation? It is the mayor, the president and the DOL that are our only protection from these licentious employers.
Where are you guys?
Either help me or refuse me, but don’t be my pen pal.
I’ve been through enough hoops.
What have I subscribed to by seeking after this American Dream? What are the benefits? At least with a supermarket loyalty card, I know my membership offers me discounts on purchases. What about as a member of this country? I’m an able-bodied man who is now homeless. How is this even possible? Where are the safety nets? Where is the guidance? Where is my country? My elected representative?
# # #
I Deal to Plunder - A ride through the boom town. Pre-Release
Copyright © 2011-2013 by John-Talmage Mathis
Life is meant to be lived with purpose.
For me, my navigational purpose was the American Dream. I wanted to pursue this dream while pushing any and all distractions to the side. For the past decade, I have been putting the pieces in motion to allow me to chase the dream showcased within my mind since the earliest days. I did everything correctly; I played by the rules. I worked hard, I attained an education, and I tried to live life righteously.
I saw the Dream as a glimmer in the horizon. It was my North Star, and I followed it. I had a vision of what awaited me at the end of my path: my own home, a happy marriage, and me smiling on a rocker as I watched Nestle and my children playing in the backyard—my backyard. I planned to achieve this dream by earnestly working hard. It always seemed within reach. I wasn’t disillusioned. Many others used this same roadmap to achieve their American Dream. Why should this now be seen as a fantasy? Why is it that in my pursuit of this Dream I’ve encountered nothing but obstacles that have prevented me from achieving the reality of being sprawled in a rocker with a smiling child in a tire swing.
I’ve never felt that the American Dream was owed to me. I never felt that I was entitled to this Dream. This is why I laid the cobblestones before me for this Dream to be achieved. My childhood rascality didn’t produce everlasting consequences that restricted my hopes. And despite what was said in high school and from the indicative aptitude tests, I remained steadfast in my goals to attain a higher education. At jobs I stayed late and worked harder than the fella beside me. So, though I didn’t believe I’m entitled to any one thing, I did subscribe to the ideology of this society. I pulled at my bootstraps. I worked hard. So why then do I find myself without any of the gains from this American Dream?
Why do I find myself with such a disadvantageous life? Why do I feel as if I am a refugee of this nation—a refugee from the corporate free markets that dictate the standards of this land? Why, when I have experienced such injustice, have I been offered no guidance? Where are you, Mayor Glover? Where are you, President Obama? Where are the senators, the Department of Labor, and the safety nets of this nation? It is the mayor, the president and the DOL that are our only protection from these licentious employers.
Where are you guys?
Either help me or refuse me, but don’t be my pen pal.
I’ve been through enough hoops.
What have I subscribed to by seeking after this American Dream? What are the benefits? At least with a supermarket loyalty card, I know my membership offers me discounts on purchases. What about as a member of this country? I’m an able-bodied man who is now homeless. How is this even possible? Where are the safety nets? Where is the guidance? Where is my country? My elected representative?
# # #
I Deal to Plunder - A ride through the boom town. Pre-Release
It Will Be Okay!
Excerpt from You Against Them
Copyright © 2011-2012 by John-Talmage Mathis
Rough patches and doubt will exist. However, preparation will allow hurdles to be handled effortlessly. Say, for example, that I know the sidewalk is icy. Therefore, I would take caution while on the sidewalk. Since I have become aware of the dangers ahead, if I were to slip, my weight would reflexively distribute. It would appear as if the trip was a graceful dance routine. Take the same scenario, but instead I’m unaware of the ice. What happens? Once I slip, my arms thrash, I tumble, and my legs knock out those around me.
Preparation readies you for the hurdles as your mind continuously analyzes the environment. These environmental variables are plugged into a perpetual-preparation formula you’ve created subconsciously. The moment an expression becomes logical (or fitting), your mind takes control to avoid an uncontrolled response. A response such as an emotional outburst or a tumble caused by an icy sidewalk.
Whether terminated, fired, discharged, or laid off, the actions you take now will determine whether life becomes bountiful with enjoyment, or comparable to hell.
Preferably, one should hope for the bountiful experience. From this new (perhaps involuntary) journey, my hope is that you uncover insight and internal confidence. This isn’t achieved with ease, though. You may even need to backpedal from the molds impressed upon you.
Let the journey begin today. Set aside time to sit cross-legged in your living room; then allow your mind to wander. Concentrate on the portrait from your childhood. Recall the ambitions and curiosities you had at that time. Now get ready. It’s time to make these dreams a reality.
Here’s a caveat: to make these dreams a reality, you’ll likely work ten times harder than you have worked at past jobs. Work ten times harder? That seems a bit discouraging. Upon face value, it is. But if you really enjoy and are passionate about your dreams, it’s the glance at a watch that indicates twelve hours have passed.
The moment effort is exerted toward a dream, the dream takes shape as a reality. To better illustrate: I may have always wanted to build a house, but until the floor plan is sketched and the wood is cut, the dream is just that . . . a dream.
Each day, dreams are pushed to the far reaches of the mind. They come to light after the consumption of one too many beers. They are reminders during difficult times; while on vacation; or on sleepless nights as we hear our questioning soul: what have I done with my life?
Don’t forget:
Ruts aren’t that much different . . .
from graves.
Like the majority of society, at some point you’ve considered yourself stuck in a rut. During this time, were you truly excited to wake in the morning for work? Did you have a spring in your step? Or was each day worked because of a responsibility to a parent or creditor?
Was the rut caused by your job (life)? Let’s consider what a job is. In a loose sense, jobs operate in a socialistic model. Hear me out: We’re given tasks and direction without consideration of our viewpoints. Soon, corporate goals overlap personal goals. This then creates a false sense of security. The end result is the development of a “company man”—free of a personality or individualism.
Promotions, or non-promotions, begin to define our character. Evaluations are then given on our ability to conform to the company’s mission statement. This all becomes a recipe for a herd mentality. Then, like herds, we continue to follow in step even as we hear the descending screams of surprise and fear from those that have wandered off the cliff’s edge.
Let’s look at what a job is. Jobs are mechanized to ensure consistency. As new hardware and software are developed, companies then transfer responsibilities to computers. Put simply, the current explanation for a job’s existence is that human capital is more affordable than the robot or computer that could perform the job. Until a job is outsourced or streamlined through an innovation, an employee is trained to operate robotically. This is what a brand is.
A brand, by definition, is consistent, regardless of location or time. The problem with the consistency model is that as humans, our personalities aren’t consistent. Each of us has a preference in task implementation. Each of us uniquely perceives how we would complete a task.
Consider a daily routine. Offhand, I think of tying my shoelaces. If I were to gather a group of employees and tell them that they can tie their shoes only according to my specific instructions, how much time is wasted as I wait for everyone to become trained in tying their shoes my way? How frustrated would these employees become? Some would adapt quickly; others would become disgruntled.
Once a person becomes proficient—though not necessarily skilled—at a job, the personal finesse is lost. This consistency approach marginalizes an employee. What ends up happening is that the shackled talents become misdirected. Talents of these marginalized employees are then used to shirk the corporate system—naps are taken, games are played, aimless Internet surfing takes place, and the second hands on clocks are watched by the herd.
Are these cheaper-than-a-computer employees bad people? Not at all. However, their internal value has been minimized, and their individualism (personality) isn’t valued. Here lies the problem: if full potential isn’t recognized, the employee isn’t fully utilized. I firmly believe that every person is a genius. It’s only when the genius perspective is exposed that one is defined by society as a genius. Once this genius perspective is recognized, it then has to be nurtured through empowerment.
General George Patton once said, “Don’t tell people how to do things; tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results.” This is in contrast to how corporations think. Instead, they fear the failed attempts. The short-term cost of mistakes and the time to learn seem wasteful to them.
Fortunately, some companies have realized that an employee can in fact “surprise” them innovatively. Google utilizes the do-it-your-way principle. Twenty percent of the Google workweek is used to be creative—to daydream new ideas. Has this one day of creativity been wasteful? You be the judge. It’s worth noting that Google’s most successful products have been developed from ideas that came about during this creative time. Google nurtured the genius perspective of their employees.
General Patton and Google realized that empowered employees produce accomplishments that amaze. So the true lesson of productivity is for employers to empower their employees, to value their genius perspective. If this is done, the employee becomes confident and gains an intuition for the more economical (and profitable) approaches that benefit the company.
Sure, not every decision is a breakthrough decision, and hindsight will reveal that some decisions could have been handled better. But ask yourself: what harm was caused by this trial-to-success phase of empowerment? Was the objective completed? Was the customer satisfied? What is the collective value of this employee-empowerment route? Meanwhile, as these follow-up questions are asked, employees (soldiers) will have become dedicated and loyal because their individualism is valued.
It’s easier to provide a checklist than to empower an employee. Operational guidelines are found in every office in any industry. Corporations are inundated with regulations, one-step approaches, and pay-per-piece methods. The guidelines at a fast-food restaurant will even train an employee on the number of pickles to place on a Whopper. Does all this “guidance” create a no-fail system? Not one bit. It’s silly to think otherwise.
Should an employee decide to veer from these corporate policies, they’re disciplined: “According to Policy ABC-Foolish, only two pickles are allowed on a burger.” From a corporate standpoint, this policy appears logical and controls costs to maximize profits. Therefore, if an employee places three pickles on the burger, the employee is terminated for insubordination, theft, and policy violation. This is an extreme case, but I guarantee not much time is needed to find testimonials such as this one.
Let’s put on our tinfoil corporate thinking caps. A quick search on the Internet indicates that a pickle slice costs roughly a penny. Now, imagine that 25 percent of Burger King customers prefer extra pickles on their burgers. In 2010, Burger King had 12,200 outlets. This “giveaway” amounts to a loss of $4.88 per day. Multiply this by a year, and each year the company loses nearly two thousand dollars. Then add the future costs, storage costs of extra pails of pickles, and suddenly, there is an epidemic of runaway costs.
As corporate executives, we conclude: “Oh my goodness, what if customers want an extra tomato that costs fourteen cents? We’ll go bankrupt soon if we allow employees to satisfy customers with pickles and tomatoes.”
Take off the corporate hat. Now imagine yourself as the customer at the counter, confused as an employee informs you that he isn’t allowed to add an extra pickle. How do you respond? Likely, you’ll find a place that allows extra pickles, or you’ll opt to make your own burger with a handful of pickles.
Nevertheless, your discontinued patronage isn’t an immediate measured variable. And so the process begins: an understanding that there’s always more money to be made through incremental quality chipping. Pickle rations go from four pickles to three pickles, and soon a staff of thirty employees becomes ten employees.
Laid off, fired, discharged, or
fed up to where one decides to resign . . .
the question for all is:
“What now?”
# # #
For the (Soon) Unemployed: You Against Them
Copyright © 2011-2012 by John-Talmage Mathis
Rough patches and doubt will exist. However, preparation will allow hurdles to be handled effortlessly. Say, for example, that I know the sidewalk is icy. Therefore, I would take caution while on the sidewalk. Since I have become aware of the dangers ahead, if I were to slip, my weight would reflexively distribute. It would appear as if the trip was a graceful dance routine. Take the same scenario, but instead I’m unaware of the ice. What happens? Once I slip, my arms thrash, I tumble, and my legs knock out those around me.
Preparation readies you for the hurdles as your mind continuously analyzes the environment. These environmental variables are plugged into a perpetual-preparation formula you’ve created subconsciously. The moment an expression becomes logical (or fitting), your mind takes control to avoid an uncontrolled response. A response such as an emotional outburst or a tumble caused by an icy sidewalk.
Whether terminated, fired, discharged, or laid off, the actions you take now will determine whether life becomes bountiful with enjoyment, or comparable to hell.
Preferably, one should hope for the bountiful experience. From this new (perhaps involuntary) journey, my hope is that you uncover insight and internal confidence. This isn’t achieved with ease, though. You may even need to backpedal from the molds impressed upon you.
Let the journey begin today. Set aside time to sit cross-legged in your living room; then allow your mind to wander. Concentrate on the portrait from your childhood. Recall the ambitions and curiosities you had at that time. Now get ready. It’s time to make these dreams a reality.
Here’s a caveat: to make these dreams a reality, you’ll likely work ten times harder than you have worked at past jobs. Work ten times harder? That seems a bit discouraging. Upon face value, it is. But if you really enjoy and are passionate about your dreams, it’s the glance at a watch that indicates twelve hours have passed.
The moment effort is exerted toward a dream, the dream takes shape as a reality. To better illustrate: I may have always wanted to build a house, but until the floor plan is sketched and the wood is cut, the dream is just that . . . a dream.
Each day, dreams are pushed to the far reaches of the mind. They come to light after the consumption of one too many beers. They are reminders during difficult times; while on vacation; or on sleepless nights as we hear our questioning soul: what have I done with my life?
Don’t forget:
Ruts aren’t that much different . . .
from graves.
Like the majority of society, at some point you’ve considered yourself stuck in a rut. During this time, were you truly excited to wake in the morning for work? Did you have a spring in your step? Or was each day worked because of a responsibility to a parent or creditor?
Was the rut caused by your job (life)? Let’s consider what a job is. In a loose sense, jobs operate in a socialistic model. Hear me out: We’re given tasks and direction without consideration of our viewpoints. Soon, corporate goals overlap personal goals. This then creates a false sense of security. The end result is the development of a “company man”—free of a personality or individualism.
Promotions, or non-promotions, begin to define our character. Evaluations are then given on our ability to conform to the company’s mission statement. This all becomes a recipe for a herd mentality. Then, like herds, we continue to follow in step even as we hear the descending screams of surprise and fear from those that have wandered off the cliff’s edge.
Let’s look at what a job is. Jobs are mechanized to ensure consistency. As new hardware and software are developed, companies then transfer responsibilities to computers. Put simply, the current explanation for a job’s existence is that human capital is more affordable than the robot or computer that could perform the job. Until a job is outsourced or streamlined through an innovation, an employee is trained to operate robotically. This is what a brand is.
A brand, by definition, is consistent, regardless of location or time. The problem with the consistency model is that as humans, our personalities aren’t consistent. Each of us has a preference in task implementation. Each of us uniquely perceives how we would complete a task.
Consider a daily routine. Offhand, I think of tying my shoelaces. If I were to gather a group of employees and tell them that they can tie their shoes only according to my specific instructions, how much time is wasted as I wait for everyone to become trained in tying their shoes my way? How frustrated would these employees become? Some would adapt quickly; others would become disgruntled.
Once a person becomes proficient—though not necessarily skilled—at a job, the personal finesse is lost. This consistency approach marginalizes an employee. What ends up happening is that the shackled talents become misdirected. Talents of these marginalized employees are then used to shirk the corporate system—naps are taken, games are played, aimless Internet surfing takes place, and the second hands on clocks are watched by the herd.
Are these cheaper-than-a-computer employees bad people? Not at all. However, their internal value has been minimized, and their individualism (personality) isn’t valued. Here lies the problem: if full potential isn’t recognized, the employee isn’t fully utilized. I firmly believe that every person is a genius. It’s only when the genius perspective is exposed that one is defined by society as a genius. Once this genius perspective is recognized, it then has to be nurtured through empowerment.
General George Patton once said, “Don’t tell people how to do things; tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results.” This is in contrast to how corporations think. Instead, they fear the failed attempts. The short-term cost of mistakes and the time to learn seem wasteful to them.
Fortunately, some companies have realized that an employee can in fact “surprise” them innovatively. Google utilizes the do-it-your-way principle. Twenty percent of the Google workweek is used to be creative—to daydream new ideas. Has this one day of creativity been wasteful? You be the judge. It’s worth noting that Google’s most successful products have been developed from ideas that came about during this creative time. Google nurtured the genius perspective of their employees.
General Patton and Google realized that empowered employees produce accomplishments that amaze. So the true lesson of productivity is for employers to empower their employees, to value their genius perspective. If this is done, the employee becomes confident and gains an intuition for the more economical (and profitable) approaches that benefit the company.
Sure, not every decision is a breakthrough decision, and hindsight will reveal that some decisions could have been handled better. But ask yourself: what harm was caused by this trial-to-success phase of empowerment? Was the objective completed? Was the customer satisfied? What is the collective value of this employee-empowerment route? Meanwhile, as these follow-up questions are asked, employees (soldiers) will have become dedicated and loyal because their individualism is valued.
It’s easier to provide a checklist than to empower an employee. Operational guidelines are found in every office in any industry. Corporations are inundated with regulations, one-step approaches, and pay-per-piece methods. The guidelines at a fast-food restaurant will even train an employee on the number of pickles to place on a Whopper. Does all this “guidance” create a no-fail system? Not one bit. It’s silly to think otherwise.
Should an employee decide to veer from these corporate policies, they’re disciplined: “According to Policy ABC-Foolish, only two pickles are allowed on a burger.” From a corporate standpoint, this policy appears logical and controls costs to maximize profits. Therefore, if an employee places three pickles on the burger, the employee is terminated for insubordination, theft, and policy violation. This is an extreme case, but I guarantee not much time is needed to find testimonials such as this one.
Let’s put on our tinfoil corporate thinking caps. A quick search on the Internet indicates that a pickle slice costs roughly a penny. Now, imagine that 25 percent of Burger King customers prefer extra pickles on their burgers. In 2010, Burger King had 12,200 outlets. This “giveaway” amounts to a loss of $4.88 per day. Multiply this by a year, and each year the company loses nearly two thousand dollars. Then add the future costs, storage costs of extra pails of pickles, and suddenly, there is an epidemic of runaway costs.
As corporate executives, we conclude: “Oh my goodness, what if customers want an extra tomato that costs fourteen cents? We’ll go bankrupt soon if we allow employees to satisfy customers with pickles and tomatoes.”
Take off the corporate hat. Now imagine yourself as the customer at the counter, confused as an employee informs you that he isn’t allowed to add an extra pickle. How do you respond? Likely, you’ll find a place that allows extra pickles, or you’ll opt to make your own burger with a handful of pickles.
Nevertheless, your discontinued patronage isn’t an immediate measured variable. And so the process begins: an understanding that there’s always more money to be made through incremental quality chipping. Pickle rations go from four pickles to three pickles, and soon a staff of thirty employees becomes ten employees.
Laid off, fired, discharged, or
fed up to where one decides to resign . . .
the question for all is:
“What now?”
# # #
For the (Soon) Unemployed: You Against Them
LET’S BE OURSELVES
Excerpt from You Against Them
Copyright © 2011-2012 by John-Talmage Mathis
I contacted several attorneys to try to find someone to represent me. I understand that to try to defend myself is silly. It’s a fool’s game. I understood this. And so, I did try to follow the judicial process of having someone represent me, to represent my complaints.
I went through a list of lawyers, saw several lawyers, and paid several lawyers. Each of them gave an excuse as to why they couldn’t pursue my complaint. The question became, if everyone is rejecting the complaint, does a complaint even exist? Maybe it’s just an emotional response.
That may have been true. But here is the problem with that: primarily, a span of time had passed. Several months, in fact. I wasn’t responding immediately after a heated argument, when things are often said and later regretted. Time had passed. I could see things rationally. I could see the overview of everything. There was a clarity.
The second point, and perhaps the main point, is that my problem stemmed from working at a casino. Maybe the problem lay within this entity. Colleagues have confirmed this assumption when they’ve said things like, “They do whatever the hell they want to do; they don’t give a shit.”
My casino, my pinnacle fight, may be your issue with the vet, a bank, or the IRS. Through life we have been taught to accept blame and responsibility. But sometimes, it isn’t our fault. Sometimes it’s okay to point the finger at the other person.
And thirdly, what I did know was that there was a problem. A problem existed. My complaint was legitimate. How so? Because it had been this long, and I still saw with a rational mind that there was a problem. I still felt a sense of harm.
In life, one matures. I’ve come this far in life. I have matured. I’m also educated. My educational background is in business. This education has taught me certain rules and arguments that are applicable in everyday life. My thoughts are then screened through this educational foundation. Therefore, my complaint had filtered through these business rules and arguments. This made my argument that much more logical than, say, the complaint of the person who lacks maturity or the foundation of education—an education that, in my case, distinguishes between personal annoyances and true grievances.
A process was taken. The problem was conceptualized.
So this was where the problem lay. I knew that there was an injustice. I knew that I was wronged. So . . . what now? What do you do now? And that’s where I’ve come to understand that it is not about win or lose. It’s not about winning a lawsuit with a judgment of a hundred thousand or a million dollars. It comes down to defending yourself, defending your beliefs. That is what this is about. That is what it comes down to. Simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less.
I’ve come to terms with the potential consequences. I’ve come to terms with doing without. I know that from this point on—from this point on today—that when I have someone that looks up to me, that responds to me—whether this is my son, a brother, cousin, nephew, spouse, or loved one—I now know that I can say convincingly, “Stand for what you believe in.”
It’s easy for many to give advice on the right way to live or to advocate certain principles. But when some of these people stand before a mirror, a coward looks back at them. This is not what I want to be seen as.
I do not want my reflection of truth to be a coward. I want to be able to say that I stood for what I believed in. I want to be able to say that I was righteous and that I did everything I could to be proud of myself, to make my parents proud, to make my legacy proud, and to maintain the tradition of my lineage by living morally.
When I encountered the consequences of being wronged, I knew that the consequences were undeserved. I understand that there are battles and there are wars. Some things are seen as nontrivial, and some things are seen as trivial. The world is filled with excuses and misdirected explanations. But each wrong has its own weighted emotional impact.
The twenty dollars pilfered from me might be inconsequential to you, the bank, the judicial system, and the media. But if this is my last twenty dollars, it becomes, to me, the greatest robbery in existence. It’s a great loss. This is what a true, sincere belief comes down to: fighting for what matters despite how others perceive your loss. You should be able to say with unequivocal determination, “This has affected me. I have been punished. I have been wronged.”
Then you go forth and voice your hurt. It’s not about a win or a loss. In the end, if you do lose (from a judicial viewpoint), who cares? It wasn’t about the win. You had a grief. You fought for it. That is the win. This is . . . the nurturing of the soul. This is . . . what makes a person. This is . . . what defines character.
Every person can be a hero in his own mind. You can be a hero while playing games. You can be a hero to your family. You can be a hero in school, or on the Internet—by use of an anonymous name. But what it comes down to is this: what have you actually done to be a hero to yourself?
Not by wearing a uniform. Not in wearing an excuse. Not in wearing a flag; not by wearing a national pride. What have you done to be a hero to yourself? What is it that you have done that makes yourself proud? that gives you confidence? The answer to these questions will reveal your true worth as a hero.
Move forth with your own beliefs, whether they’re ridiculed, whether they’re not. Life is short. Life also seems long. In this time, whether it’s seen as a long journey or a short journey, there are certain parts of your life you should be able to reference that bring a warmth, a comfort, and a hug to your soul. For some, it may be their first child; others might recall their first A in school. For me, during this time, it has been standing for what I believe in.
All through my adult life, I’ve attempted to live the life of a businessman: affluent, even arrogant. A life that was seen by others as this way or that way. I’ve come to see that I wasn’t being the person I really am. When this happens—when this falsehood occurs—that is when there’s a shortfall. That is when there’s an abrupt ending. That is when there’s a divorce—sometimes literally.
Through life I found myself in a whirlwind of destruction. Every two or three years I found myself with broken relationships—personal and business. It was because I wasn’t living for what I believed in. Sure, I did things that made me feel proud of myself; I did try to be my true self, to bring forth things that mattered to me. But they were all watered down. They didn’t reflect the true me.
On this day, I’ve come to realize who I really am. If you look at me and want to call me silly, go ahead. There were many times I played a different role and was seen as being just as silly.
Which is better, being seen as silly when playing an artificial role, or being seen as silly when you are true to yourself—when you’re living out your true being—breathing directly from the soul—breathing with absolute passion? This is what really matters. This is who you are. This is . . . what you should strive to be—you. Be you.
Life is full of literature, concepts, insights, and knowledge. It’s your responsibility to take all of this knowledge—to take this insight—and pluck from it the elements that complement, or make sense to, your inner voice.
This is your responsibility. This is who you are. This is what you should do.
It’s too easy to find a life on TV, to find a life on a magazine cover. When do we find ourselves? When is it that we see ourselves for who we are? And are you comfortable presenting this person to the world without shame, without embarrassment? without fear or ridicule?
This is what we should strive for. This should be our goal. That is our mission. That is who we are.
So as we walk away from the day’s stresses, we should feel a renewed confidence in ourselves to take life and its stresses—its ugly, its shame, its wrongs—and try to auto-correct life, to create a correction for the world. If all of us would do this, there is a possibility that there would be a common element of good in the world, instead of an artificial good.
This should be our goal: for each to be comfortable with one another, so we aren’t threatened by one other. So that we’re comfortable with ourselves . . . and in being ourselves. Whether at home or the office.
The strongest predators of morality are defeated by goodness when a joke is heard, when the smile on a baby is seen, when an act of kindness is experienced—all achieved from an exchange of our ingrained good.
No matter how small or inconsequential something may seem to another, if we all stand for our inner beliefs—if everyone is doing something to ensure that there is a sense of ethics, a sense of directional morals in the steps they take, and they hold those morals to be true, and they’re quick to call out the wrongs, I see no harm to be among the first to join this moral high ground.
I envision the ripples of justice, righteousness, love, and appreciation trumping the splattered anomalies of those who commit wrongs. I can only hope that this brings about a removal of the camouflaged-ugly painted on some.
Let us rid these wrongs by refusing to re-gift the ugly and by responding morally and firmly. Let us move forward with our beliefs. Let us be ourselves.
Let us . . . just . . . be ourselves.
# # #
Copyright © 2011-2012 by John-Talmage Mathis
I contacted several attorneys to try to find someone to represent me. I understand that to try to defend myself is silly. It’s a fool’s game. I understood this. And so, I did try to follow the judicial process of having someone represent me, to represent my complaints.
I went through a list of lawyers, saw several lawyers, and paid several lawyers. Each of them gave an excuse as to why they couldn’t pursue my complaint. The question became, if everyone is rejecting the complaint, does a complaint even exist? Maybe it’s just an emotional response.
That may have been true. But here is the problem with that: primarily, a span of time had passed. Several months, in fact. I wasn’t responding immediately after a heated argument, when things are often said and later regretted. Time had passed. I could see things rationally. I could see the overview of everything. There was a clarity.
The second point, and perhaps the main point, is that my problem stemmed from working at a casino. Maybe the problem lay within this entity. Colleagues have confirmed this assumption when they’ve said things like, “They do whatever the hell they want to do; they don’t give a shit.”
My casino, my pinnacle fight, may be your issue with the vet, a bank, or the IRS. Through life we have been taught to accept blame and responsibility. But sometimes, it isn’t our fault. Sometimes it’s okay to point the finger at the other person.
And thirdly, what I did know was that there was a problem. A problem existed. My complaint was legitimate. How so? Because it had been this long, and I still saw with a rational mind that there was a problem. I still felt a sense of harm.
In life, one matures. I’ve come this far in life. I have matured. I’m also educated. My educational background is in business. This education has taught me certain rules and arguments that are applicable in everyday life. My thoughts are then screened through this educational foundation. Therefore, my complaint had filtered through these business rules and arguments. This made my argument that much more logical than, say, the complaint of the person who lacks maturity or the foundation of education—an education that, in my case, distinguishes between personal annoyances and true grievances.
A process was taken. The problem was conceptualized.
So this was where the problem lay. I knew that there was an injustice. I knew that I was wronged. So . . . what now? What do you do now? And that’s where I’ve come to understand that it is not about win or lose. It’s not about winning a lawsuit with a judgment of a hundred thousand or a million dollars. It comes down to defending yourself, defending your beliefs. That is what this is about. That is what it comes down to. Simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less.
I’ve come to terms with the potential consequences. I’ve come to terms with doing without. I know that from this point on—from this point on today—that when I have someone that looks up to me, that responds to me—whether this is my son, a brother, cousin, nephew, spouse, or loved one—I now know that I can say convincingly, “Stand for what you believe in.”
It’s easy for many to give advice on the right way to live or to advocate certain principles. But when some of these people stand before a mirror, a coward looks back at them. This is not what I want to be seen as.
I do not want my reflection of truth to be a coward. I want to be able to say that I stood for what I believed in. I want to be able to say that I was righteous and that I did everything I could to be proud of myself, to make my parents proud, to make my legacy proud, and to maintain the tradition of my lineage by living morally.
When I encountered the consequences of being wronged, I knew that the consequences were undeserved. I understand that there are battles and there are wars. Some things are seen as nontrivial, and some things are seen as trivial. The world is filled with excuses and misdirected explanations. But each wrong has its own weighted emotional impact.
The twenty dollars pilfered from me might be inconsequential to you, the bank, the judicial system, and the media. But if this is my last twenty dollars, it becomes, to me, the greatest robbery in existence. It’s a great loss. This is what a true, sincere belief comes down to: fighting for what matters despite how others perceive your loss. You should be able to say with unequivocal determination, “This has affected me. I have been punished. I have been wronged.”
Then you go forth and voice your hurt. It’s not about a win or a loss. In the end, if you do lose (from a judicial viewpoint), who cares? It wasn’t about the win. You had a grief. You fought for it. That is the win. This is . . . the nurturing of the soul. This is . . . what makes a person. This is . . . what defines character.
Every person can be a hero in his own mind. You can be a hero while playing games. You can be a hero to your family. You can be a hero in school, or on the Internet—by use of an anonymous name. But what it comes down to is this: what have you actually done to be a hero to yourself?
Not by wearing a uniform. Not in wearing an excuse. Not in wearing a flag; not by wearing a national pride. What have you done to be a hero to yourself? What is it that you have done that makes yourself proud? that gives you confidence? The answer to these questions will reveal your true worth as a hero.
Move forth with your own beliefs, whether they’re ridiculed, whether they’re not. Life is short. Life also seems long. In this time, whether it’s seen as a long journey or a short journey, there are certain parts of your life you should be able to reference that bring a warmth, a comfort, and a hug to your soul. For some, it may be their first child; others might recall their first A in school. For me, during this time, it has been standing for what I believe in.
All through my adult life, I’ve attempted to live the life of a businessman: affluent, even arrogant. A life that was seen by others as this way or that way. I’ve come to see that I wasn’t being the person I really am. When this happens—when this falsehood occurs—that is when there’s a shortfall. That is when there’s an abrupt ending. That is when there’s a divorce—sometimes literally.
Through life I found myself in a whirlwind of destruction. Every two or three years I found myself with broken relationships—personal and business. It was because I wasn’t living for what I believed in. Sure, I did things that made me feel proud of myself; I did try to be my true self, to bring forth things that mattered to me. But they were all watered down. They didn’t reflect the true me.
On this day, I’ve come to realize who I really am. If you look at me and want to call me silly, go ahead. There were many times I played a different role and was seen as being just as silly.
Which is better, being seen as silly when playing an artificial role, or being seen as silly when you are true to yourself—when you’re living out your true being—breathing directly from the soul—breathing with absolute passion? This is what really matters. This is who you are. This is . . . what you should strive to be—you. Be you.
Life is full of literature, concepts, insights, and knowledge. It’s your responsibility to take all of this knowledge—to take this insight—and pluck from it the elements that complement, or make sense to, your inner voice.
This is your responsibility. This is who you are. This is what you should do.
It’s too easy to find a life on TV, to find a life on a magazine cover. When do we find ourselves? When is it that we see ourselves for who we are? And are you comfortable presenting this person to the world without shame, without embarrassment? without fear or ridicule?
This is what we should strive for. This should be our goal. That is our mission. That is who we are.
So as we walk away from the day’s stresses, we should feel a renewed confidence in ourselves to take life and its stresses—its ugly, its shame, its wrongs—and try to auto-correct life, to create a correction for the world. If all of us would do this, there is a possibility that there would be a common element of good in the world, instead of an artificial good.
This should be our goal: for each to be comfortable with one another, so we aren’t threatened by one other. So that we’re comfortable with ourselves . . . and in being ourselves. Whether at home or the office.
The strongest predators of morality are defeated by goodness when a joke is heard, when the smile on a baby is seen, when an act of kindness is experienced—all achieved from an exchange of our ingrained good.
No matter how small or inconsequential something may seem to another, if we all stand for our inner beliefs—if everyone is doing something to ensure that there is a sense of ethics, a sense of directional morals in the steps they take, and they hold those morals to be true, and they’re quick to call out the wrongs, I see no harm to be among the first to join this moral high ground.
I envision the ripples of justice, righteousness, love, and appreciation trumping the splattered anomalies of those who commit wrongs. I can only hope that this brings about a removal of the camouflaged-ugly painted on some.
Let us rid these wrongs by refusing to re-gift the ugly and by responding morally and firmly. Let us move forward with our beliefs. Let us be ourselves.
Let us . . . just . . . be ourselves.
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