Realities...

Psalm 51:5
"Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me"

This post is precipitated by a discussion I was having with my son about an accusation hurled my way...

"I'm too negative" LOL

Why? you may ask, can anyone try to pin such a label on me?  It's simple, and my son, a young man of 18 had enough sense to answer this question with the clarity of a truth teller.  I asked him, "Do you ever wonder why most things I say sound so negative?"  His answer; "Because they're true" LOL

The basis of what I am about to explain is found in a little diddy written over 4000 years ago.  Found today in what a few still revere as the Word of God or...The Bible.  Basically saying;  We humans ARE NOT basically good.  We are born into shit...by shit.  Now I know there are some that have attended "self help" courses that told them different but shit, is it really that hard to accept the truth of this?  When I was born, I was a selfish prick.  My only instinct was self-preservation.  I didn't give two shits if my mother had to wake up early to work the following day...she better have my fuckin milk when I said so.  The word "MINE!!!" is a famous staple in most homes where infants reside.  You got me yet?

What we call "goodness" is a trait earned as we mature.  In other words...we learn it to earn it.  So when I make my own personal determination as to who or what I find has value, it's made taking into account how far it or they have come from the shit it or they started as.  Everything that has merit in my eyes has either had a long road or is moving towards upward mobility along that road...to their own greatness.  The problem I keep seeing today is that more and more people are in a state of stagnation because someone lied to them. Somebody done told them..."hey, way to go, you've made it".  Bullshit.  Take a look in the mirror.  In order to believe that you have to ignore all you see.  Check this; What is called "a man" today has a vagina the size of Florida.  Not because they're "sensitive" (true sensitivity actually produces strength) but because they have lost the sense of nobility within the merits of "self-control".  For those that don't know, "control" is the sign of a true man.  Not the man that "controls" his woman.  Not the man that by force "controls" his environment. Those are insecure piss-ants that constantly have something to prove.  The mark of a child afraid his toys will be taken away.  He constantly needs reminding that he can get anything he wants...including new toys lol  No my people, the "control" that is THE most difficult to attain is the control of "self".  The "self" that is a piece of shit.  The "self" that doesn't give a shit about hurting someone else so long as "ego" is satiated by the bit of little feathers they can fluff at will.  All meant to satisfy their need for relevance.  All things I learned long ago...to be both fruitless and dead.  To control this man and change him takes a tremendous amount of strength and self-denial.  It is no easy task and is not for the weak at heart.  Nine times out of ten, we begin wrong and conscientious maturity drives us right.  You want more evidence I'm right?

Take at look at the funniest comedian.  The more "critical" they are...the more successful.  Not because critique is funny but because we know instinctively that the critique is true.  Our laughter is more of an affirmation than anything else.  How many times have you laughed and said "oh shit that's so true!!!"  From the dirty to the raciest of truths...funny huh?

So where is the negativity in saying most things are shit?  There is none.  The realest people see the shit and move on.  They surround themselves with things and people of value...however little there may be.  The shit they see in themselves is acknowledged and dealt with which by extension creates a mature understanding of even the worst of the worst.  Does that make them perfect?  Shit just the opposite lol  It's this acknowledgement that allows them to improve.  If you've made it already...then what the fuck are you doing bettering yourself?  There is nothing to better!!!  And then you woke up lol 

A long time ago I learned that my rose-colored glasses are best left to the nuance of art because when worn out in what we've termed the "real world", I find I run into too many fuckin walls and that is something I've tried to balance in my sons.  My boys are the most laid back, practical young men I have ever known.  They are proudly two of the realest people I know.  They see what is real and discard the shit to find the merit. "Balance" as is environmentally required needs open eyes.  I thank God they have them.    

~Apollo