HINDSIGHT: Part I

I am pained.

I am witness to a point in time that has torn my thoughts and emotions and all that I stand for in two very contrasting ways.

To stand firm at this point in time if one of the hardest things I have had to do. It transcends one’s politics or religion. I am beginning to wonder how much more time I have before I have to certify my policy on life.

I have friends whom are both conservative and liberal, Democrat and Republican, Runners and those whom are not. At times I feel as if I am linchpin therein.

I can only attest to what I’ve experienced thus far. But when everything boils down, I still am raw and unlearned in so many arenas.

Contrasting my beliefs is a system that I feel no longer can suffice. At some point in a man’s lifespan a point of certainty must be reached; A man must evolve into one of principle – A time when nothing will come from equivocating.

I refute the idea that the most definitive mind is the most educated. The measure of a man is rarely determined in his allegiance to an ideology.

Yet I also feel that the basis of human cognition is one of infinite capacity. The human being will not cease in the presence of danger or the manifestation of indecision. It must re-assured, if by no one but itself, that it is the master of its own house.

Paradoxically, the promulgation of laws ensure the legitimacy of a free society. The Sovereign can only exist in an arena wherein the citizens respect the authority therein.

The beauty about our constitutional republic is the very fact that there are exceptions to this paradox. Statutes are overwritten. Policies are abolished. And minds disagree.

In the long, history of the world, only a few states have been granted the role of preserving democracy, in tyrannical times. We are blessed to live under the wing of a mighty eagle, who assures the survival and the success of liberty. But we are also under the vindictive mentality of might makes right. This is not an eagle. To quote Churchill “It is a monster of wickedness, insatiable in its’ lust for blood and plunder.” But the ability to vest in the armaments of the world’s last superpower is to sleep under the wing of a dragon. And it is warmer than you may think.

Falling under a guise of history, and emboldened by a false pretense, I spent time under such an illusion. But once the beast begins to awake, you can no longer equivocate. You must determine where you stand. You must understand the calling versus the passion. And you must be able to discern them.

I support those who brave men and women who stay awake at night. Who lumber along 100 degree desert floors, who make light the savageness of the world, to ensure the last bastions of Christian Civilization do not blow out.

And for this reason, I have developed an enlightened degree of self-interest.