16 January 2013 "Honor"

I cannot think of a straight answer to describe what is honorable.

Perhaps it simply means to do the right thing, but, doing the right thing means knowing what the right thing is.

Every little child dreams of approval, but what does it mean if the one who approves is irrelevant?

Power, wealth, respect, it all goes hand in hand but what I can’t seem to wrap my head around is the fact that those who have it,

Might not necessarily deserve it.

I guess I can’t really say that I’ve been around the block because lord knows I am only a child in a world older than dreams, but I like to think that I have an intelligent voice and I hope that I am able to present some insight when I speak honestly about honor.

I’ve seen the gap between the privileged and those who live on a prayer,

And I do not see a difference.

Other than of course the lengthy sentences and the material possessions.

It doesn’t take money to gain my respect but the sad fact about the world is that money makes it spin,

Round and round and round again and I believe that without something tangible, something we can touch and control with our eyes closed in reverie and our fingers clenched powerfully, the world would cease to spin.

I’ve spent my life so far wondering what I can do to make an impact, what I can do to make sure I am known, but it’s taken me so long to realize that being famous is corrosive,

Because power corrupts, whether it is absolute or not.  

So to end this I would like to say, simply: I hope one day I can sit down and rest

Because it’s exhausting to know that I must wake up tomorrow morning,

Attempting to convince a stubborn world

Of its iridescent potential.