I know, I know it’s been awhile since I’ve written and it’s taken the passing of Prince to make me sit down at the computer and write. He had that way with people. When all seemed to be too much his genius and his talent made you realize that anything was and is possible. I could go on about how we never know when we will be called to wherever that is we are going but today I have been hit hard by the passing of Prince. Continue reading
Author: Kris Evans
Rebirth
I haven’t written in a while not because I didn’t want to but because I was stuck. Didn’t really know what to write about. Everything seemed to already been said and God knows there’s enough out there to keep everyone busy reading about just stuff. The negative, the positive, the obvious and the not so obvious. And me, well, I guess I just didn’t have much to say. Call it head in the clouds or just plain fatigue but everything I thought about didn’t seem worth writing about.
With that said on the day before Easter, I began thinking about rebirth. About having another chance to do it right. Years have gone by and I seem to be waking up to something new and fresh. It’s not without its fear of the unknown but it’s also a way of trying again. Trying to live in the moment and really seeing what is all around me. The simplest of flowers and the expanse of the sky. I have always worried about being trite in my thinking. Of not being real or honest. And yet I told myself everything would turn out alright if I just wished hard enough. I tried to control the outcome. But I’m finding that the outcome will be what it will be no matter what.
I know I can control things to a certain extent but then I have to get out of my way and know whatever happens will be for the better. Something will appear where there seems like nothing and it will be more than I could ever wish for. I guess that’s what rebirth is all about. To know that there is always an opportunity to start anew even if I’ve screwed up. To know that whatever happens, I’ve finally gone with my gut. For me. Not that I’m not aware of everything and everyone around me. Just that I am now aware how all of that affects me. I am responsible for my well being and really knowing there is always an opportunity to start again. Fresher, clearer and with eyes wide open.
Youth
Ah, youth. Youth in everything. People, babies, teenagers, dogs, nature. Look around and see what youth means to the world. There is a freshness and an impatience that can be refreshing and frustrating to us “baby boomers.” I know that sometimes I can’t understand my son’s decisions but I’m sure he can’t understand some of mine.
I hear a lot about how the younger set seems to think they are entitled to just about whatever they need. They have grown up on instant information from googling something to seeing the world unfold before their eyes. That instant gratification tends to lead them to believe that too much is not enough.
But, ironically enough, I was impatient as I was their age. I looked at my parents as not as “aware” as I was in how to live my life to the fullest. I rolled my eyes more than once and had a hard time understanding what my mom was trying to teach me. How did she know anything? She never really left Cincinnati, Ohio and had a sixth-grade education. I was able to leave when I was younger and travel to places she could only dream of seeing.
I was able to gain an education on scholarships without the help of computers. I did it the old fashion way by going to the library and looking up what scholarships I would need to pursue my dream of living and studying in Europe. It took hours of research and weeks of waiting to find out if I had succeeded. Now it happens almost instantaneously by email.
The thrill of success is sweet, however, no matter how you receive it. And over the years I have learned that my mom’s wisdom, although not from books, has followed me through life. She has been right most of the time. And with any luck, my advice to my son, today’s youth, will ring as true when he enters into his later years.