May 26, 2017
I live in a world where everyone’s idea of themselves is that they are the center of their universe and functioning at their most optimal level of humane being. The issue is, most people don’t value themselves that high.
Driving conspicuously on Mulholland Drive, or ‘Bad Boy Hill’ as Jack Nicholson once coined it, so the scenery was golden, and the houses were way too rich in site to assume a price. My feature photo where I’m sitting on the hood of the Bumble Bee Maro’, a bright yellow 2017 Chevrolet Camaro that I was fortunate to be driving because it easily would have been a Ford Mustang. So, while driving the Yellow Maro’ I was remotely aware that I got attention from people but I think I was being ostensibly subtle about it…
There were many people looking my way who could have been tourists or Hollywood residence, turning their heads as I drove through well-known intersections in LA. I was fine with that – and whoever caught the show I was putting on likely didn’t care for who I was – this was LA. But in the moments, I was somewhat convinced by their meddling looks. And I didn’t get the bright yellow Camaro for the attention of others, but rather the car is simply dope! I like to drive fast.
…and like my blogging you read, I don’t do it for the attention – the meaning behind it matters most.
Los Angeles might be a city of much substance but aside from that I can appreciate the vibe if there is one. LA folks are cool, and every city has its reputation but until you let the city experience you, it’s hard to agree with everything people say about it. If you try too hard to embrace its culture, it’s possible it’ll become an obsolete experience for you.
In other words, “been there, done that”, is what will come of the experience. It’s best to avoid being a tourist in a city – try talking to the people and living your day as if the moment is home for you. It may be difficult in some cities, e.g., New York City; where the majority of the folks depend on public transportation to get around.
The people are cool, but there’s a vibe given off that everyone in NYC is trying to get through their busy days with little to no human interaction. Sounds awkward and ‘off-putting’ until you wear your back-pack on a crowded MTA subway train and a seasoned subway commuter reminds you of the 20 things a good subway commuter should know.
But I appreciate the NYC vibe – they inspire my ‘sense of urgency’.
We all have similar preconceptions of others based on our society – and until we regress to see a society’s paradigms, we can understand others’ much better. It’s puzzling at first. Much like the traffic in LA [we hate], but it is what aides’ people in moving from one world to another within the city. People just do so often at once, all day in LA.
At some point in life you’ll get to know yourself well enough to be comfortable in many different paradigm of worlds simultaneously. I’ve never lived in Los Angeles or New York City so take my many dips of experience in these cities with a Bering Sea of salt!
I wasn’t so puzzled in traffic with the Camaro however. Can’t you tell?
Our conventional way of thinking is our individual paradigm: an ancient Latin/Greek phrase which originated from the meaning of ‘patterned examples’.
I once assumed that if I fell in the habit of looking at this world too often on a larger scale, meaning I would be seeing ‘the bigger picture’ more often, it would console me in the hard times. Because I learned that what goes around, would eventually come around. Happiness would have soon come around, under the assumption that it goes around – and the same with love, right?
There is a dead-end debate about waiting for great things to come to you verses going out to get it. And at either point you are stuck between making conscious milestone goals and focusing on the opportunity to live in content. But doing both, you’d be living a lifestyle of beneficial habits. An effort to create a good habit in life, can lead to many accomplishments equal to or greater for you in the long run.
So of course, I did both.
In America, I’d argue that the political scene is at one of its all-time high with everyone critically concerned about the federal administration and its decision making, especially over the last five or six months. We’ve come to an epiphany in realization of our nation’s ignorance. Both the ignorance to the fact that most Americans live in a bubble, and the fact that most Americans are not aware of these bubbles is worse.
I remind myself that it was a large population of people out there with a similar paradigm who helped put that administration in office. And a large population of people in an opposing paradigm that also helped put that administration in office – simply by not voting and being skeptic of candidates. Vladimir Putin is aware as well. I stress, to regress!
Like myself, it’s safe to argue that most enthusiasts have a way to them, in how they see the world. When I think about the many vehicles that can move someone, I know that anything with an objective principle is attainable.
The vehicle to your goal can be attained to get you to where you want to go. Anything that someone is passionate about, and can express enough enthusiasm for, can reach it with or without an established process. You’ll figure it out. I did.
The process changes my paradigm almost daily.
An enthusiast of anything will likely have a degree of infatuations across many things. I look at every object as it can be interpreted as a moving part of life. A vehicle can get you and many other objects from point A to point B, and it is not always a car, bike, plane or train.
What emotional vehicle allows someone to be able to wheel The Black Panther any day of the week, but rather they watch for Tri-Met’s #17 bus more often?
Fragility is part of the answer. I’ll also mention the awareness of my carbon footprint here on Earth. But the idea is meaningful in a way that I am happy with.
Flying for my 9-5 can be stressful yet it’s one of the things I love… The turbulence at 35,000 feet doesn’t faze me, so when passengers sitting next to me in seat E, they’re flattered at how I handle the shaking plane, having the mannerisms of a frequent flyer. This is not something that occurs on every flight [for me] but with my awareness, sure, why not?
Or maybe it’s my anxiety?
In fact, I’ve been told on two (2) occasions that I look like a frequent flyer.
If you’ve ever descended into one of the world’s most challenging airports for pilots, especially the ones with major crosswinds, you typically notice the wings flopping all over the sky as if they could detach from the fuselage, or cabin. But the fuselage actually sits on top of the wings. The wings are one long-delta shaped object placed under the fuselage. And me knowing that gives me comfort because I understand that the wings won’t just ‘blow’ off. We’re sitting on the wings so we’d actually…nvm!
We could also think of turbulence as a boat catching waves, a car driving on an unpaved road, a train on inundated tracks. Definite failure at any of those is arguably a neglectful driver of its vehicle. Unless you’re Denzel in Flight…. the immoral challenge?
I was once told and many of us I would assume so be it, there will come a moment in life you can reassure yourself that you’ve seen it all. And if so, no one ever says it literally. There is no obsolete principle of living life itself. It became complicated more and more overtime, while our great, great ancestors evolved and began constructing language. And with all the humane types, we established cultures and societies. Eventually, all what had made what was once organic living so, came to an end. Homo Sapiens took advantage of many dominant humane traits, and we got smarter, the Neanderthals died out – and we followed the leaders who were protected and advised by the warrior kings of the early tribes. Humans greatly benefit by being one of the few species here on Earth with an established abstract language, and such dynamics.
Like the Bumble Bee Maro’s cousins who speak an abstract language – Bees.
Kanye West mentioned The Jetson’s abstract version of the future set the expectations of what the world might look like today [in 2017]. And I think that will forever be an antiquated vision of the future. Kanye also envisioned everything we began doing in the 21st century is in the air, but for now, think of the flying cars, elevated schools, and teleconferencing in Orbit City as the internet. And part of me feels a small population of the human race will kill some of planet earth before we get to manufacturing commercial flying cars. They’d be loud and that’s a third dimension of travel we already have, subways and bridges. Think about it.
America in particular could be more like The Hunger Games, Incorporated, The Divergent Series, and if we’re smart enough, Elysium. Unfortunately some of us will be too far vested in our bubble to see this change and end up oppressed.
Up until this past spring, my name has been listed on many passenger manifestos. In 2012, I never thought [flying] would be a part of my job. And like dealing with a frustrated client, the turbulence is a part of my job as well. Know the cause, identify a solution, and steer it well enough to avoid a crash.
In a world of having to be highly emotionally intelligent often, it’s imperative to know how to drive from one world to another without crashing. Having to do so steered me to make goals with each troubling trial in life and it all resulted in an accomplishment, and I stand better off than I planned.
Politics makes sense to me now. So, I’ve come a long way. And I can talk a good political talk, but it gets boring as HIStory repeats itself.
If I could go back and talk to my ignorant 16-year-old self I’d tell him what Charlemagne tha’ God said in his book, “F*ck your dreams…”. Not only because Black Privilege was a New York Times bests seller, but a black boy growing up in America only appreciates a certain type of reputable role model. But that’s a subject matter for another blog I’ll be publishing.
That boy [me] also needs to be told to respect his father’s worth because he’s fortunate to know him – eventually realizing that same worth will get you the respect you yearned for since childhood.
In retrospect – thinking back to my dreams at the ages of 13 and 16, it all seems forever antiquated like the Jetsons. I had the typical African-American boy’s dream. Those dreams failed from the beginning because they weren’t realistic and I’m happy with that now.
Because I found significant meaning elsewhere.
Driving up Mulholland Drive in a fancy drop top convertible was fun. It was everything my 14-year-old self thought it would be. But that moment came to full fruition without me having to be a famous black athlete.
Rest in Peace Harold Kent, I love you DAD.