What are you doing with your life?

What are you doing with your life?

What. Are. You. Doing. With. Your. Life.

I don't mean it in the way we usually answer that question, I'm not asking where you study, work or party. I'm asking you in the literal but reflective sense.

If the immediate to reaction that question is where we work, study or play, if we allow ourselves to take the profound miracle of our lives, and place it into that one simple dimension. Then I believe that we really have something to worry about.

What are you doing with your life?

Could be a question placed into present and future context. I want you to think about them in both. Currently, yes you may be studying - but is that really all you are? And all you have to offer, yourself and others? We have no idea what we could do in the future, but somehow, with crayons and coloring books went our ability to dream. Will you change the world with your life, or will you be just another Sally? What are you going to do with the miracle you've received, with the light in you and with the oxygen in your lungs. Will you be selfish and live only for yourself, or will you change the lives of others by infecting them with your passion? Will you wait for a leader to follow, or will you take the risk of getting up and taking the first step?

We have no way of telling what might happen, today or tomorrow. We know what we've accomplished in the past, we should learn from it, but not dwell on it - rather look forward into what we could be, where we could go, and the wonders we could do.

Now, what are you doing with your life?

Think before you talk

How aware are you of your thoughts? How often do you truly allow yourself to take a moment for true inspection and reflection of your own inner dimensions? The many parts that make you up, the feelings you feel and the urges that drive you to act as you do?

We would never be able to fully understand ourselves, as most of who we are is purely subconscious. But then, if most of us is subconscious, how could we truly believe that we truly have any control over ourselves? If you don't know or understand the deepest part of yourself, the part that makes you feel as you do, or act as you do. 

I oft find myself thinking how I could truly be one person, physically obviously - but mentally? If I'm so often two minded about things. Who is that other voice inside my head that goes against, or disagrees with certain things I do or say? My conscience, that's what religion says, that the voice you hear inside your head is your conscience. But are we our conscience, or is it a entirely separate entity from ourselves? Since we have no control over it? Or rather another aspect of ourselves. I think the human mind is pretty profound if we are able to have two views of the same thing, but some would probably call that nuts. 

For a long time, and even now, I find myself constantly fighting with myself, because inwardly I feel like I'm a bitch. But I'm constantly fighting with that part of myself, the part that is willing to crush hopes and dreams, and tell people things they don't really need to hear, but just because it comes to mind. Things that hurt. I don't, well sometimes I do, but I try not to? Blurt out everything that comes to my mind. Because I want to be better. 

I don't want to believe that everyone has the root of evil; that that's what humanity is, we're just tainted by society, by our ancestors, by the need to be defensive and rude. Do put up walls, instead of opening doors? To be ruthless instead of vulnerable? Why is being a good person something that's an effort, not something that is natural and effortless?

I'm asking a lot of questions because I'm thinking, you know? Battling with myself, my ideologies, what I want to be, and what I am seen as. 

I just want to think before I talk. 

To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern,

A Human Rights violation, should never be one that is ever based on a level of importance. When a Human Right is violated, what that person holds dear to them, all they are offered in this world, their peace of mind, is literally and utterly devastated. They are left feeling ultimately desolate, and out of place, as if the very world they are living in has turned against them.

When my human rights were so blatantly disregarded, and I too found myself helpless to the powers that be, I found myself searching for a system that could speak for me when I had no voice, one that fought for me when I had no ability to. I respect and admire the quick action that took place, when the matter was at hand, but when all was said and done, it is two years later.

I can only implore, that you who are reading this, treat each case that comes across your desk not as a file or phone call, but rather as your own child, or your own mission. That you would give the respect, and attention to every single case as you would expect from those who might happen to work on your own one day. To be merciful and kind, because it is only you who can make the change in the lives of many.

On that note, I am a grown woman now, and have found resolution in myself, I have learned from my situation and have grown. I, however, cannot say the same for the school that left me without dignity. I cannot say that those involved; the educators and mentors, meant to strengthen and mold me, but who grossly misused their power, have found either resolution or growth from my situation.

I don't intend to further my case, as two years have already passed. I can only pray that the Human Rights and lives of those I have left behind under the guidance and supervision of those same educators, may have the same support and love that I did from my family, because I shudder to think of what may happen to those who do not.

You may now close my file.

Regards,
Lynn Seale