Gratitude, Awareness
In the crude vernacular of the street
it's called a crap shoot and if that fails
to impress think instead of the alternative
in the more polite parlance of the drawing
room it is the luck of the draw but either
way the meaning is the same, merely
the mode of expression differs in
identifying identical takes on a fixed
situation that no power on earth or
the heavens above has the power to
change. Birth is a happenstance event.
Pre-birth is pre-existence and in that
condition no one delicately defers to
your choice of parents and along with
that most vital of introductions, geography
ethnicity, class, wealth, opportunities.
Lest we forget the equally vital reality
of inheritance, your genetic endowments
of visible characteristics alongside those
gifts of intelligence, mental balance and
able-bodiedness. There are no choices for
what you have is what you have been
designated by fortune for ill or for good.
Call it luck. If your capabilities and your
upbringing and the values vested in you
from positive exposure and nurturance
prepare you for your future all to the good.
A future that can be assured depending on
geography and opportunity or damned for
like reasons. Should you fall into the privileged
category how fortunate you are; otherwise
you take your place among the vastness
of the disadvantaged, and never forget it.
Friday, December 1, 2017
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Poetry
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