Accomplishments have no color. - Leontyne Price

Once in a while I get tired of writing about serious things; things that are about whatever has been bothering me or giving my opinions on subjects that I strongly disagree upon. Sometimes I write things that are wonderful. There are moments where I tend to scribble down all the pretty things and moments in my life that makes it worth living. Those are the kind of days where I'd grab a cup of coffee and merrily jot down my thoughts with a vision of a colorful rainbow in my mind. Ladies and gentlemen, this isn't one of those days...

Racism. Why does such a word exist? And why does racism itself exist? Who are we to judge one's personality and character based on color or education?

I'm not washing my hands clean here. I've had my share of judging people based on looks. My perception takes the best of me at times. I'm guilty – lock me up and throw away the key. But haven't we all discriminated at one point or another? We should all be locked up.

What I'm trying to say is that isn't it time that we put an end to this? I know, this ambition of mine is nearly as impossible as world peace itself. And who says we haven't tried? We did and we still are trying.

I don't know just what I'm trying to achieve here. I guess this is my last ditch effort to raise my voice and be heard by all of you. I don't know where I should start or when I should stop or if I even should stop. I'm getting tired of hearing these stories of how my friends had been pulled over by cops just because they're black. Apparently, the police thinks they're stashing dope somewhere in the car. Mario, my friend, was trying to welcome his new neighbors in the neighborhood. As Mario knocked on the doors of who could be new friends, they screamed at him and told him they didn't need a gardener. They thought he was a gardener just because he's Mexican!

Stereotypes. We defined stereotypes. And what have we become upon doing so?
Worthless. We deprived people of their true value.

We demand that Mexicans, Canadians and other Asian minorities who have settled in our country go back to their own just because they aren't like us. They seek nothing but opportunity. We say they rob us of what is rightfully ours. We say they get all the job opportunities, they get our food, they benefit from the taxes we pay. I say we whine too much. Honestly, we wouldn't be where we are today if it wasn't for them. We wouldn't be the most powerful nation in the world if it wasn't for the very people we step on. If this is what it means to be powerful then we are indeed powerful.

Pitiful. Pitiful are we who rely on power to abuse.
Can't we just love our country and everyone in it?

And the African-Americans, you are no better. Yes, I dare say so. You always feel like you're being manipulated. You think that because of your color, you don't get to have what you want. Don't you know that by doing so, you have performed acts of discrimination yourself? Don't think that all white people are the same. We aren't. There are assholes out there but there are people who are willing to help out if you just let them.

I also met people who wouldn't go out on dates with people who are of different color. Maria wouldn't date this guy he met on myspace just because he's Scottish. Another friend wouldn't date this guy he met on fling.com because he was Chinese. Steve wouldn't even dream of dating this girl he met at another dating site (who's name I forgot) just because she didn't graduate from college. Congratulations! You've just judged a person based on looks and education alone. It just so happens that I know the undergraduate girl he was talking about and as it turns out, she is running her own business and she's just bought a new house somewhere in the Beverly Hills area.

Disgusting. It's disgusting what we've become.
We're like a bunch of children fighting over a piece of cake.
We're pulling each other out of the contest.
Our greed will kill us all.

Eventually we'd all see the truth.
That all of us can co-exist.
We could live lives as one.
No more prejudice.
No more suffering.

This song inspired me to write this piece today. I was listening to the lyrics and found it quite interesting and true. Search for it on youtube or something...

I Believe
Blessed Union of Souls

Walk blindly to the light and reach out for his hand
Don't ask any questions and don't try to understand
Open up your mind and then open up your heart
And you will see that you and me aren't very far apart

'Cause I believe
That love is the answer
I believe
Love will find the way

Violence is spread worldwide and there's families on the street
And we sell drugs to children now, oh why can't we just see
That all we do is eliminate our future with the things we do today
Money is our incentive now so that makes it okay

But I believe
That love is the answer
I believe
Love will find the way
I believe
That love is the answer
I believe
Love will find the way

I've been seeing Lisa now for a little over a year
She said she'd never been so happy, but Lisa lives in fear
That one day daddy's gonna find out she's in love
With a nigger from the streets

Oh how he would lose it then but she's still here with me
'Cause she believes that love will see it through
One day he'll understand
He'll see me as a person... and not just a black man

A World of Complexity and Hurt

Possibly? Maybe. A terror? Could be. A predestined fate can never be changed. There's nothing wrong with a righteous struggle for eternal bliss. And yet the world executes the very thought of being free. The path I choose to take was of my very own bearing. I shall not be denied.

What are these words that I speak of? Were they meant to be the foundation of something good? Are they the words of wise men whose legacy have lived on since long ago? What inspired me to give everything and lay it all out in the open? Have I lost my sanity? Have I lost my faith? Have I lost my mind?

Actually, I just started off with big words so that I could grab your attention. Lol! And now that I have the attention that I need, let me tell you a story. It's a story of hope, love and acceptance. Ladies and gentlemen... this is my story.

I won't be telling you everything because I would love to leave a part of my life to myself. Instead, I'd be elaborating to you a day in my life. I know my life isn't as interesting as the others. I'm no celebrity and I haven't really done anything worthy of being called an “accomplishment.” I'm just an ordinary girl with a dream and a strong will to achieve it. Ironically, that's the same reason why my life's worthy of being told. My story represents the story of millions around the world.

But enough of my blabbing. I'm sure you're a bit interested in reading my blog or you would have stopped reading earlier on—that is unless you're being paid to read this. Lol! Come to think of it, I should be paid for writing this thing!!! It's not everyday that I tell the world about myself and be humiliated.

So here goes...

Through the years, I had been through lots of things. Some of which had been really awful. There were good times, of course. :) I loved those good times. Why does everyone in the world have to suffer, anyway? Why have we let ourselves fall victim to all the injustices that this planet has to offer? No one deserves to undergo such cruelty and torment. We are slowly stealing away the futures of all the children who are yet to be born. Why is that?

I've been longing for something real for the longest time. Is that too much to ask for? I've had to face dilemmas everyday. A choice between what's right and what's supposed to be. I have many things to offer. I know life has it's better days. And yet, I was never prepared for the worst.

My story is a story that's been told a million times now. Every friend, every family member, every officemate and every neighbor has heard this before. Sure, some were bored while some saw interest in what I had to share. Others gave inspiring words of wisdom while the rest never listened at all.

Why do we not listen? All of us has a story to tell. Tales where we could draw inspiration and hope from. We could learn a lot from their experiences. I love hearing the adventures of other people because their stories give me strength to move on.

So here we are. The end of my blog. And you are just about to realize that I have completely wasted your time. I haven't told you my story at all. I hope my friends at Fling.com don't crucify me for pissing them off. Lol! Honestly, I can't think of anything good to write today. So I thought I'd just mess things up. Visit my blog again next time. Maybe then I would have written something better than this shit. Lol!