In this time of peril I have to find myself surveying the times. I'm conflicted with trying to understand what appears to be the problems that we are in the midst of as a society and a people. What I have come to realize is that the problems that we are in the midst of that are being presented as the end result are a mere illusion or are indicative of a much greater problem. There is no denying that the social climate and the reality of the times are real. But the reality of the times is not the end all be all. I think these time are a byproduct of something far greater than the reality of the times themselves. I think our society has been victimized by something that is all around us but always remains unseen. Our times and perils within the times are the end result of social stereotypes and social agendas.
As I came across this reality, I had to ask myself how did I not realize this before? I feel bamboozled, hoodwinked and tricked by my own intelligence or lack there of. Everything that we have ever known as a society and might ever know is based off of these two things. My problem in realizing that fact was trying to piece together what makes these two agents of peril so overwhelmingly powerful. How have they been able to thrive for so long? Then I got it. I actually got it. Well, I think I got it. The beauty of a stereotype and an agenda based off of the idea of stereotypes is that they both attack our weakest link as a society. They both attack our lack of experience with each other and one another. Socially, racially, religiously, economically, the stereotype and the advertising of the stereotype which is the agenda, is the only experience or relationship that we might ever have with one another.
In this land of equal opportunity, that truth does not equate to equal experiences. I was convicted with this realization when I heard a particular subject matter about various faiths and the people behind the faiths. The details of the subject matter itself are not important. The issue that I had with the message trying to be conveyed was that it seemed to me that the message was depending on it being my only exposure to the subject matter itself. As if I could not have my own experience with the subject matter outside of the influence of the agenda. Or as if I didn't have my own outside experiences to compare the agenda to. That is what I realized a stereotype gains its strength from. It depends on a lack of experience or exposure. It excites a fear that allows for our vision of the world around us to be blurry and inconsistent. It is what allows us to fail each other. The irony of a stereotype and the agenda that follows is that it ends up being true by way of perception.
What makes them true? If you are a non black citizen and don't have a relationship with a black citizen, and your only exposure to a black citizen is the criminal that is headlining the ten o'clock news, then it is feasible for you to fall in line with the negative stereotype. That is the point and the power of the influence of an agenda. If all you know about a Muslim citizen is what you see in the local and national terror alert reports, your tolerance and understanding of Muslims being anything other than terrorists is what is real to you. Perception is reality. If your only relationship with a Hispanic citizen, or non citizen in this case is your local illegal immigrant report on the ten o'clock news, your perceived reality in seeing any passerby that could be Hispanic is that they just might be an illegal immigrant. This is what the stereotypes and social agendas have molded the times to consist of and conditioned our society to be. Why is what I do not know.
I don't know how in this melting pot culture, we still have such a separate but equal way about our society. We have the right to be influenced by so much around us, but still there are many that never leave there own kind socially, racially or religiously. We have the gift of our social and ethnic diversity and somehow we don't utilize it to its fullest degree. We are almost forty years removed from fighting for the right to be one society and yet, many still strive to find their niche within there own kind. I think the ability of stereotypes to run amuck is penalty for not utilizing what can make us special. It is reminiscent of the old bible tale of wisdom about the talents. If you take the gifts that have been granted to you and that you have been blessed with and bury them, you lose them all together when you don't use them. Our cultural diversity is the talent that can be buried and therefore lost. I think the stereotypes and their place within our society are slowly covering up and burying and not allowing us to see the beauty that our society is a product of.
As a society, we have to allow ourselves to gain our own experiences with each other. We have to find the room to experience each other to at the very least, find out if the stereotypes are true and how perception might differ from reality. Stereotypes prey on what we don't know about each other. They eliminate the desire to learn about one another and give us a false sense of security about the knowledge that is based on what we think we know about each other. If we don't learn about one another, then we can't learn from each other. That is the greatest peril of all.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Doomed to Repeat
I would never have thought I would have seen a time like this in my lifetime personally. This is the stuff that filled the pages of my history books while in school. I wonder what the next generation will read about this day and time. What will our present day reflect in tomorrows history and history books? What will the legacy of our generation as a people be to the future generations? I wish I could guarantee that no matter the events of the day, I hope that there will be a positive outcome and at the very least, the generation will abide by always doing the right thing in dealing with the trials and tribulations of the day. Though if what I am being a witness to is any indication, I must honestly admit that I am not certain if that is a realistic promise or guarantee.
The event of the day that is concerning to me is the Ft. Hood tragedy and the conflict of Islam versus the tradition of America in this current social climate. It is a tragedy that speaks for itself. I am concerned about the fact that it happened. I am concerned for the families of the victims and the victims themselves. I am concerned that the potential red flags that might have prevented the tragedy seemed to fall through the cracks of red tape. This is not an uncompassionate approach about the event. The reaction to the event is what I find to be the most concerning after the dust has appeared to settle. In fact, I feel much of the response itself is as much of a tragedy as the tragedy itself. I sense the proverbial slippery slope starting to rear its ugly head.
My generation has had life pretty easy. We are harvesting the fruit of the previous generations labor. Socially, economically and other wise. The events that define our day aren't the same as eras past. Our generation hasn't had too many watershed moments to define us. Maybe that is to our detriment as much as it could be considered to be to our benefit. There hasn't really been a moment for this generation that could bring a nation together outside of 9/11. Eight years later, even that togetherness seems to have been temporary. Until now with this tragedy hitting so close to home again. You find the conjuring up of an old wound. In generations past, there was war and opposition of war, the civil rights movement, the hippie movement, Watergate, JFK, MLK. History as we know it was forged within the lives of the people that defined these events. Within these events, there was a bonding of a nation that maybe the world had never seen the likes of before and since. There was a healing of a nation. Even the building of a new nation that lasted what seemed to be for whole generations.
So what about my concern? I am concerned that we are not equipped as a generation to handle adversity as a nation. At least not the way of generations past. We have had it way too easy to be simply put. What does this have to do with Ft. Hood? I am just concerned and simply hope that we get past this event the best way possible. I hope we get past this event rationally and not so much emotionally. In speaking about the events of past generations, and blending them in with the events of this generation, my concern is that we must realize that what happens today helps to define tomorrow. We don't really look at our daily existence and current events as tomorrow's history. We just try your best to get through the time as quickly as we can and move on in trying to change and fix what is broken socially or politically in most instances. I don't think we really grasp it past our own experience though. We don't anticipate the future generations experience in how we recover from the current experiences. At least for the most part anyway. Only the civil rights movement seems to stand out to me as something that specifically had the future generations in mind as well as what was the current social climate of the generation of the time. Then what is my concern? I am concerned that as a society we don't know how to differentiate between our feelings and emotions and the facts between a cause or a purpose, the misunderstanding and misinterpretation of a cause or purpose, and the people that carry out the cause or the misunderstanding of the cause that can misrepresent the essence of the cause or purpose.
The Ft. Hood tragedy seems to be a tragedy based on faith more than anything else. Or rather, the misrepresentation and misunderstanding of the faith by the individual that carried out the tragedy. What is concerning is that rather than focus on the individual person and HIS purpose, many are lashing out against the faith itself. Personally I feel he failed his faith rather than he be given credit for carrying out the faith's purpose. The problem is anyone who shares the same faith is subject to be ridiculed as being capable of the same thing based on the way the information is being delivered to us as a society. It is just playing right into the hand of the times. Even creating a new time and new era and a new day that I feel might not be in our best interest if we don't learn to separate the social facts from a social agenda. The individual person is irrelevant as long as you can define the individual by his faith in this case. To me that is the slippery slope. Not about faith so much, but as to how you can apply that same principle to so many different aspects within our current society. You see it with the illegal immigrant issue, you can still see it within issues pertaining to minority stereotypes. It is a mentality that is just not isolated to the Ft. Hood tragedy or the person that carried the tragedy out.
The problem I feel we have is partially in the information that we receive and partially in the way the information is delivered. I think most if not all information that is out there socially comes in the form of an agenda of some sort. I don't know if our society is smart enough to really know an agenda when they see one. Or even further more, I don't know if our society cares either way. The society will believe whatever it wants to see and believe. For that I am fearful. I do wonder how many of us within the society even have an opinion that is really our own. An opinion that hasn't been subliminally planted within us to shape our psyche and understanding and mold us in what we believe in, what to believe in or just believe period. In all honesty, I don't trust our current society to be able to do the right thing all of the time. I don't feel people can see outside of what they feel. What we feel is the only thing we believe in much of the time. I am discouraged because I don't know if we can ever separate the facts from the agenda and see clearly through waters that are muddy and murky. Which those who have an agenda prey on and hope for from our society. I get the sense that falling in line with an agenda is what conditions us to fail each other as a society. An agenda brings about an every man for himself mentality based on the way we choose to believe whatever the subject might be.
It brings to mind what I learned in school many years ago. I see a road being paved for history to repeat itself. This social climate reminds me of the Salem Witch Trials and McCarthyism and even to a certain extent, the relationship with the Japanese during the second world war. These eras in the American historical landscape are classic cases of judging a book by its cover and rushing to judgement for things that were impossible to understand or see clearly. Shoot first ask questions later if you will was the order of the day. If you didn't fall in line with the order of the day, you were subject to suspicion just for being different or just appearing to be different. I feel we are not so far away as a society today from what these particular eras of yesterday seemed to be capable of. I am not saying that I don't understand being concerned about what are society and culture have to endure in this present day. I just feel that we need to be smart in what we are really concerned about. We can't let ourselves be controlled by fear and not be able to take the time to see things clearly because we are consumed by and living in an era of fear. I sense that we have the potential to have an Islamic phobia because of the fear. We are starting to fear it because of the way that it is presented to us within our culture. Still we can't be guided or misguided with that fear. We can't rush to judgment against someone of Islamic faith just because we see what a terrorist can do and then ridicule or persecute someone or an entire group based on what might happen or could happen within the trappings of our fear. That is a bad precedent so set. We have seen through our own history that that is a strategy that cannot work.
My plea is that in order to keep peace within the times, we can't lose the ability to be fair. We have to learn to weed through the social mess. We have to look for the bright side even when all that we see is dark. We have to learn from our fathers and their fathers and their fathers and make sure we give our sons and daughters the best chance to succeed not based on what we feel, but what is right. Regardless of what we feel. It is not easy and this is the first portion of my life that I really see our present day having the chance to really influence tomorrow. It is a funny feeling when you realize that we are in the midst of writing and living history. My plea is simply, not to doom our day or time and the time of tomorrow, with the repeat of history. Should that happen, I don't know that as a people we could ever recover.
The event of the day that is concerning to me is the Ft. Hood tragedy and the conflict of Islam versus the tradition of America in this current social climate. It is a tragedy that speaks for itself. I am concerned about the fact that it happened. I am concerned for the families of the victims and the victims themselves. I am concerned that the potential red flags that might have prevented the tragedy seemed to fall through the cracks of red tape. This is not an uncompassionate approach about the event. The reaction to the event is what I find to be the most concerning after the dust has appeared to settle. In fact, I feel much of the response itself is as much of a tragedy as the tragedy itself. I sense the proverbial slippery slope starting to rear its ugly head.
My generation has had life pretty easy. We are harvesting the fruit of the previous generations labor. Socially, economically and other wise. The events that define our day aren't the same as eras past. Our generation hasn't had too many watershed moments to define us. Maybe that is to our detriment as much as it could be considered to be to our benefit. There hasn't really been a moment for this generation that could bring a nation together outside of 9/11. Eight years later, even that togetherness seems to have been temporary. Until now with this tragedy hitting so close to home again. You find the conjuring up of an old wound. In generations past, there was war and opposition of war, the civil rights movement, the hippie movement, Watergate, JFK, MLK. History as we know it was forged within the lives of the people that defined these events. Within these events, there was a bonding of a nation that maybe the world had never seen the likes of before and since. There was a healing of a nation. Even the building of a new nation that lasted what seemed to be for whole generations.
So what about my concern? I am concerned that we are not equipped as a generation to handle adversity as a nation. At least not the way of generations past. We have had it way too easy to be simply put. What does this have to do with Ft. Hood? I am just concerned and simply hope that we get past this event the best way possible. I hope we get past this event rationally and not so much emotionally. In speaking about the events of past generations, and blending them in with the events of this generation, my concern is that we must realize that what happens today helps to define tomorrow. We don't really look at our daily existence and current events as tomorrow's history. We just try your best to get through the time as quickly as we can and move on in trying to change and fix what is broken socially or politically in most instances. I don't think we really grasp it past our own experience though. We don't anticipate the future generations experience in how we recover from the current experiences. At least for the most part anyway. Only the civil rights movement seems to stand out to me as something that specifically had the future generations in mind as well as what was the current social climate of the generation of the time. Then what is my concern? I am concerned that as a society we don't know how to differentiate between our feelings and emotions and the facts between a cause or a purpose, the misunderstanding and misinterpretation of a cause or purpose, and the people that carry out the cause or the misunderstanding of the cause that can misrepresent the essence of the cause or purpose.
The Ft. Hood tragedy seems to be a tragedy based on faith more than anything else. Or rather, the misrepresentation and misunderstanding of the faith by the individual that carried out the tragedy. What is concerning is that rather than focus on the individual person and HIS purpose, many are lashing out against the faith itself. Personally I feel he failed his faith rather than he be given credit for carrying out the faith's purpose. The problem is anyone who shares the same faith is subject to be ridiculed as being capable of the same thing based on the way the information is being delivered to us as a society. It is just playing right into the hand of the times. Even creating a new time and new era and a new day that I feel might not be in our best interest if we don't learn to separate the social facts from a social agenda. The individual person is irrelevant as long as you can define the individual by his faith in this case. To me that is the slippery slope. Not about faith so much, but as to how you can apply that same principle to so many different aspects within our current society. You see it with the illegal immigrant issue, you can still see it within issues pertaining to minority stereotypes. It is a mentality that is just not isolated to the Ft. Hood tragedy or the person that carried the tragedy out.
The problem I feel we have is partially in the information that we receive and partially in the way the information is delivered. I think most if not all information that is out there socially comes in the form of an agenda of some sort. I don't know if our society is smart enough to really know an agenda when they see one. Or even further more, I don't know if our society cares either way. The society will believe whatever it wants to see and believe. For that I am fearful. I do wonder how many of us within the society even have an opinion that is really our own. An opinion that hasn't been subliminally planted within us to shape our psyche and understanding and mold us in what we believe in, what to believe in or just believe period. In all honesty, I don't trust our current society to be able to do the right thing all of the time. I don't feel people can see outside of what they feel. What we feel is the only thing we believe in much of the time. I am discouraged because I don't know if we can ever separate the facts from the agenda and see clearly through waters that are muddy and murky. Which those who have an agenda prey on and hope for from our society. I get the sense that falling in line with an agenda is what conditions us to fail each other as a society. An agenda brings about an every man for himself mentality based on the way we choose to believe whatever the subject might be.
It brings to mind what I learned in school many years ago. I see a road being paved for history to repeat itself. This social climate reminds me of the Salem Witch Trials and McCarthyism and even to a certain extent, the relationship with the Japanese during the second world war. These eras in the American historical landscape are classic cases of judging a book by its cover and rushing to judgement for things that were impossible to understand or see clearly. Shoot first ask questions later if you will was the order of the day. If you didn't fall in line with the order of the day, you were subject to suspicion just for being different or just appearing to be different. I feel we are not so far away as a society today from what these particular eras of yesterday seemed to be capable of. I am not saying that I don't understand being concerned about what are society and culture have to endure in this present day. I just feel that we need to be smart in what we are really concerned about. We can't let ourselves be controlled by fear and not be able to take the time to see things clearly because we are consumed by and living in an era of fear. I sense that we have the potential to have an Islamic phobia because of the fear. We are starting to fear it because of the way that it is presented to us within our culture. Still we can't be guided or misguided with that fear. We can't rush to judgment against someone of Islamic faith just because we see what a terrorist can do and then ridicule or persecute someone or an entire group based on what might happen or could happen within the trappings of our fear. That is a bad precedent so set. We have seen through our own history that that is a strategy that cannot work.
My plea is that in order to keep peace within the times, we can't lose the ability to be fair. We have to learn to weed through the social mess. We have to look for the bright side even when all that we see is dark. We have to learn from our fathers and their fathers and their fathers and make sure we give our sons and daughters the best chance to succeed not based on what we feel, but what is right. Regardless of what we feel. It is not easy and this is the first portion of my life that I really see our present day having the chance to really influence tomorrow. It is a funny feeling when you realize that we are in the midst of writing and living history. My plea is simply, not to doom our day or time and the time of tomorrow, with the repeat of history. Should that happen, I don't know that as a people we could ever recover.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Why The Wonder of Why?
I really don't know the reason nor the purpose. It is just something that I feel compelled to do. It is just the next evolution in a series of evolutions that have led me to this point. The transformations in my life have manifested themselves at a pretty rapid pace. I finally feel that everything is just now starting to work in conjunction with one another. The things that I feel on the inside are starting to be consistent with my actions on the outside. The most important thing is I just now feel that I understand what it is to comprehend where my experiences have brought me and what they have taught me.
Up to this point nothing had seemed to go according to plan. When I look back at the outline of my life, the expectations that I had planned are vastly different from currently what I find my reality to be. At first thought, I could not get around the disappointment of that fact. The reality didn't disappoint me the way that my effort did. Or my lack of effort rather. I found myself just really going through the motions. Rather than taking life by the horns, I just sort of waited for things to happen. As if whatever you want out of life just pops up out of nowhere.
The irony of that is I didn't even know what I wanted. I didn't know what I wanted to be. I didn't even know who I wanted to be. So my biggest dilemma was within myself. Is within myself. I thought to myself that I have failed myself. A lack of vision, a lack of ambition, a lack of direction have plagued me. I think to myself that if I could consider myself to be such a disappointment to myself, how must my family feel? What do my peers feel? Especially when my family directed me to strive to be so much more. Those thoughts can feel like shards of glass in my head at times. I keep on hearing the you can lead the horse to the well but you can't force the horse to drink type proverbs constantly. But even with that pain, I could never realize what I wanted to be or which road to take.
My whole adult life has seen me sitting in the middle of the fork in road with two ways to go and always managing to somehow choose the third way. Which was to stay still. Recently it has been brought to my attention by a very wise man that the middle is always the worst place to be. In how ever short or long the journey, the middle is the furthest you can be from either the beginning or the end destination or point. Some call it straddling the fence and never choosing a side or taking a stand. Others call it lukewarm. It is neither hot nor cold, it's just comfortable. That is what and who I became. I became an exister and hadn't maximized being a liver. So here I am a failure to my own cause.
Failure has been the only thing I have been successful at in my mind. It has often felt tragic to realize that I am actually good at failing. At least for what I thought failing to be anyway. But now, I am thankful for where my failure has led me. For what it has taught me. I feel like my success at failure has brought me a peace and understanding that I don't think I would have acquired if life had gone according to plan for me. In my search for peace I started to embrace my surroundings that I felt had trapped me. I embraced what the people that surrounded me brought to the table by way of there experiences. I embraced the whole environment. I embraced the fact that life is bigger than just me. That is all I could see was my end result. I spent everyday looking at my end result and not paying attention to the process. The events that led me to where I was in life. I asked why am I here? What am I supposed to see? Who am I being molded to be? I realized if I don't embrace what is real around me, that to is failure.
Here I am finding myself having to conquer what has become the easiest way for me to be. But somehow, now I had the strength to do so. Most of all, I had the vision to do so. The blessing of the vision of what is and was around me is that I don't even know where the vision came from. I think vision is where I have failed the most up to this point. I only saw what I could see and feel at the time of any experience that I have had. I never thought of having to be accountable for the things that I couldn't see. Without realizing it, I thought the things that I did know where all I needed to know. I never thought about what I didn't know. But by a grace that I didn't deserve, I have been spared because I have a vision that I never thought was possible for me personally. Now I don't think I have so much failed although I know there are things that I should have done better and differently all together. I think my experiences were the hardships that led me and groomed me towards to the gift of sight. Again from a very wise man, "whoa is the man that doesn't see anything." I used to think failure was my ultimate destiny. Now I believe the recovery from failure is what my ultimate destiny has become. How I apply the lessons learned along the way from these days forward will determine if I really failed or not.
So why The Wonder of Why? I still really don't know. All I know is that I am no longer comfortable being trapped in quicksand in the middle of the fork in the road. Not choosing a direction to go. This is my attempt at some sort of redemption. This is me looking inside of myself trying to figure out who and what I am. I hope expressing what I see and what I feel not just about myself but about life itself help me to be who I now feel that I have to be. I don't know what I want to be still. Sometimes I think who I am is all I need to be. When I grow up, I just want to be me. I know who I want to be and I am just starting to realize what I want my legacy to be. I feel this compellation of the Wonder of Why is part of helping me be who I am going to become. I just don't necessarily know how to be it or become this person. So The Wonder of Why I guess is my therapy and mediator somehow. It is me sitting down with myself putting myself to the test in the things that I believe in. It is me gauging how far I have come in what I have learned or what I think I have learned. To also realize how much further I have to go. It is what is on my mind and in my heart. I guess simply The Wonder of Why is me introducing me to myself.
Up to this point nothing had seemed to go according to plan. When I look back at the outline of my life, the expectations that I had planned are vastly different from currently what I find my reality to be. At first thought, I could not get around the disappointment of that fact. The reality didn't disappoint me the way that my effort did. Or my lack of effort rather. I found myself just really going through the motions. Rather than taking life by the horns, I just sort of waited for things to happen. As if whatever you want out of life just pops up out of nowhere.
The irony of that is I didn't even know what I wanted. I didn't know what I wanted to be. I didn't even know who I wanted to be. So my biggest dilemma was within myself. Is within myself. I thought to myself that I have failed myself. A lack of vision, a lack of ambition, a lack of direction have plagued me. I think to myself that if I could consider myself to be such a disappointment to myself, how must my family feel? What do my peers feel? Especially when my family directed me to strive to be so much more. Those thoughts can feel like shards of glass in my head at times. I keep on hearing the you can lead the horse to the well but you can't force the horse to drink type proverbs constantly. But even with that pain, I could never realize what I wanted to be or which road to take.
My whole adult life has seen me sitting in the middle of the fork in road with two ways to go and always managing to somehow choose the third way. Which was to stay still. Recently it has been brought to my attention by a very wise man that the middle is always the worst place to be. In how ever short or long the journey, the middle is the furthest you can be from either the beginning or the end destination or point. Some call it straddling the fence and never choosing a side or taking a stand. Others call it lukewarm. It is neither hot nor cold, it's just comfortable. That is what and who I became. I became an exister and hadn't maximized being a liver. So here I am a failure to my own cause.
Failure has been the only thing I have been successful at in my mind. It has often felt tragic to realize that I am actually good at failing. At least for what I thought failing to be anyway. But now, I am thankful for where my failure has led me. For what it has taught me. I feel like my success at failure has brought me a peace and understanding that I don't think I would have acquired if life had gone according to plan for me. In my search for peace I started to embrace my surroundings that I felt had trapped me. I embraced what the people that surrounded me brought to the table by way of there experiences. I embraced the whole environment. I embraced the fact that life is bigger than just me. That is all I could see was my end result. I spent everyday looking at my end result and not paying attention to the process. The events that led me to where I was in life. I asked why am I here? What am I supposed to see? Who am I being molded to be? I realized if I don't embrace what is real around me, that to is failure.
Here I am finding myself having to conquer what has become the easiest way for me to be. But somehow, now I had the strength to do so. Most of all, I had the vision to do so. The blessing of the vision of what is and was around me is that I don't even know where the vision came from. I think vision is where I have failed the most up to this point. I only saw what I could see and feel at the time of any experience that I have had. I never thought of having to be accountable for the things that I couldn't see. Without realizing it, I thought the things that I did know where all I needed to know. I never thought about what I didn't know. But by a grace that I didn't deserve, I have been spared because I have a vision that I never thought was possible for me personally. Now I don't think I have so much failed although I know there are things that I should have done better and differently all together. I think my experiences were the hardships that led me and groomed me towards to the gift of sight. Again from a very wise man, "whoa is the man that doesn't see anything." I used to think failure was my ultimate destiny. Now I believe the recovery from failure is what my ultimate destiny has become. How I apply the lessons learned along the way from these days forward will determine if I really failed or not.
So why The Wonder of Why? I still really don't know. All I know is that I am no longer comfortable being trapped in quicksand in the middle of the fork in the road. Not choosing a direction to go. This is my attempt at some sort of redemption. This is me looking inside of myself trying to figure out who and what I am. I hope expressing what I see and what I feel not just about myself but about life itself help me to be who I now feel that I have to be. I don't know what I want to be still. Sometimes I think who I am is all I need to be. When I grow up, I just want to be me. I know who I want to be and I am just starting to realize what I want my legacy to be. I feel this compellation of the Wonder of Why is part of helping me be who I am going to become. I just don't necessarily know how to be it or become this person. So The Wonder of Why I guess is my therapy and mediator somehow. It is me sitting down with myself putting myself to the test in the things that I believe in. It is me gauging how far I have come in what I have learned or what I think I have learned. To also realize how much further I have to go. It is what is on my mind and in my heart. I guess simply The Wonder of Why is me introducing me to myself.
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