Author: Miles Alex (Page 12 of 14)

“Some Thoughts On Success”

The journey to success, my dear readers, can take many paths. There is no one road that leads there and when we arrive at our destinations, let us not compare our achievements in absolute terms to those of others.

Success can take many fashions, shapes, and forms. For some it may mean a whole lot of money in the bank or the attainment of an educational goal. For others it can be any point on a spectrum that includes a happy family life, helping a family member, relative, friend, even a stranger, along life’s arduous pathways, the overcoming of a physical, emotional, or personal handicap, career success…and a long list of other honorable goals.

Whatever our individual yardsticks for success are, let us always remember to occasionally stop and pause along the journey we must take, to take inventory and to give thanks, and assure ourselves that the sacrifices, the dreams, the goals are all for a good cause that can make us proud, and very significantly, let us be sure that we do not trample on others in order to attain our own dreams.

When we do reach that mountain top, we must be able to look back and say to ourselves that it was all worth it and that the success we each enjoy can be also be felt and enjoyed by those with whom we came into contact along the way and those waiting for us at the end of the road.

For no man is an island unto himself and what good is success if at the end of it all, one can look back and see only a trail of malevolent deeds and bitterness. If one is left standing alone at the end of the journey, one may well indeed have attained only a facade of success.

“My American Journey – Early Incorrect Impression”

It’s funny how sometimes the mind reflects on some things long gone, or events that happened so many years ago. Take, for example, my early first experiences as an immigrant to the USA.

When I first set foot at JFK Airport, I noticed right away that America was a fast paced country and that the lifestyle was gonna be frenetic and frenzied. But I was equally surprised to hear everyone – from the Customs and Immigration Officer to the baggage attendant to the security officers – mutter about Moms under their breaths.

As a young, impressionable teenager setting foot for the first time in a vast country where I had preconceived notions of callousness and insensitivity, I was impressed that everyone thought so highly of mothers that they kept referring to them at every twist and turn.

Then when my bag accidentally rolled over an old lady’s foot and she yelled out for “Mother” followed by another word that I had never heard before in my Christian upbringing, I realized how wrong I was.

This was surely no celebration by anyone, or everyone, of mothers or of Mothers’s Day, 365 days, 24/7. as I had initially thought to myself in those early first hours of my American experience….”Reflections of A Writer”…Miles Alex.

“Moral, Economic, Social Issues Of Gentrification In NYC (And Elsewhere?)”

The issues involved in the salvaging of neighborhoods and rehabilitating them so that they become livable and part of the mainstream of the city are complex and highly emotional. It seems sometimes that one’s perspectives are premised on one’s moral, religious, social, economic, and philosophical sentiments.

I do not pretend to know the answers to the complexities arising from the process. However, as a longtime NYC resident and average Joe who loves the Big Apple in its entirety – all five boroughs – I am concerned about how best to make every borough, every corner, every neighborhood of NYC a viable, livable place to be.

When neighborhoods decay through drugs, crime, poor and inadequate housing, lack of social services, we all suffer collectively. One can’t stick one’s head in the sand and say, “It doesn’t affect me, I don’t live in that part of town anyway.” Whatever happens in Bedford Stuyvesant, Crown Heights, South Jamaica, Mott Haven, Harlem affects us all. Decay tends to spread to other parts of town via spillover of criminals, lack of tax revenue, disgruntled citizenry, etc.

So here are some questions to ponder:

1. Do we gentrify neighborhoods by giving a green light to any developer who risks his/her capital and moves in to revitalize the community?

2. How do we deal with the issues of existing residents when the smoke clears, the dust settles, and we now have an abundance of hi-risers, businesses, good quality restaurants, movie theaters, entertainment and social infrastructure? Who picks up the tab? Should we expect older residents to pay more to enjoy the increased level of services and accoutrements? How much more? Market rates? What about if they can’t afford market? Subsidies? Or should longtime residents fall victim to the unbridled workings of free enterprise and be required to pick up and leave town? Where do they head out?

3. Does NYC in general have a moral responsibility to have as its residents all segments of society or should it be first come with the big bucks, first served? If market rate should be the new status quo, do we dismantle public housing, Section 8, rent control, rent stabilization? Is it okay for NYC to be the playground of the wealthy from within the state and country and from overseas – many of whom can afford pied-a-terres here – while others struggle to afford a roof over their heads in the place of their birth or where they’ve spent most of their lives?

4. Does morality or being my brother’s keeper belong in the discussion anyway? Shouldn’t housing and the right to housing be like with any other product on the market where demand and supply interact to determine price?

These questions are raised because I myself do not know all the answers. I struggle to come to terms with the grim reality of housing in NYC and sometimes there’s a conflict between my innate beliefs premised on ethical considerations and the concept of free enterprise and economic betterment. The whole theory behind our economic system is that the workings of the market result in the greatest good for the greatest number of individuals. Somehow, my conscience tells me that the basic needs of people for food, clothing, shelter cannot be left entirely to market forces.

“Creation And Destruction”

I often sit and wonder
Why did God
In all his splendor
Contrive the creation
Of worthless beings
Such as you and me

The Earth he made
A precious gem
To crown his universe
The birds to beautify the sky
The fish to occupy the rich waters
The animals so picturesque
Amongst green foliage

The heavens and the earth
Testified to his great majesty
But one regret had he

From precious dust
He brought forth man
And since that day
One thing only has been for sure
The destruction of everything
Sacred and pure.

“Mere Happenstance…or Special Creation By A Master Architect?”

It is easy to see where agnostics and atheists can be easily influenced into thinking that there is no God. Throughout mankind’s history, he has come up with varying definitions of God, varying beliefs on how to reach out to such an Omnipotent Being, what form He/She takes, and what happens after death.

The world has always been saturated with various religions, denominations, sects, and holy books. Sometimes they conflict, sometimes they concur. Much blood has been shed in the name of God, and many have stood on rooftops and cried out to the skies, blowing a trumpet in the name of God, but with sinister and evil agendas in their hearts.

Yes, it’s easy to wring one’s hands in exasperation and conclude that there is no God and that we are all accidental events in time and space. But such a route leaves us as humans with just one journey to undertake, just one ticket to purchase…and severely narrows the difference between us and other living species.

Many of us of faith continue to believe that there is a master Architect and that human destiny is superior. Either we are accurate or we have duped ourselves into the biggest hoax of all.

Are we after all mere happenstance and so full of arrogance that we should feel entitled to more than one journey? I daresay that I am among those who, while we do not stand at the street corner seeking converts, are vain enough to believe that the human species is an exalted one with a destiny superior to anything else in the Universe.

“No Intellectual Superiority”

No one race, religion, ethnicity, tribe, or human being is endowed with a natural intellectual superiority.

Historical opportunities, as well as atrocities, may have caused one group to enjoy privileges which appear to make that group have a natural proclivity or lack thereof.

We are all born with the same physical brain which carries the potential to excel or to go through life untapped because of adverse circumstances or lack of initiative….but do not ever consider any human being ito be naturally intellectually superior.

“Aim For Something Worthwhile”

Having goals in life helps give meaning and direction. Sure, we must distinguish fantasy from reason…but we must also not create or allow artificial barriers or limitations suggested by family, associates, friends, and others.

The goal may be to migrate for a better future, to change careers, to buy a home or car, to have decent, sincere friends, to travel…or simply to find peace and happiness and enjoyment in one’s immediate environment andwith the cards life has dealt.

Whatever the goal, do your utmost best to attain it without stomping on others. If the goal, or some goals never get realized, you’ll know that you did your best – and consider this, would you have preferred to go through life aimlessly or was it not still worth it, after all, to set a direction and to have something that inspired you and fired up your life each day that you opened your eyes and gave thanks?

Blessings, all – aim for the highest attainments you desire – and if you never get there, you might well still attain some other wonderful things had you not set the bar high.

“A Look At Modern Romantic Relationships”

As a writer, I write the way I feel, fully cognizant that I do not have a monopoly on understanding all of life’s complexities, or of calling them right for anyone or everyone sometimes, or all the time. I continue to express my thoughts in written word, for it is my anointment from my Creator, it is my talent to express my perspectives through the written medium – and leave it to the reader to ponder, to digest, and to discard or re-evaluate.

Take my perspectives on modern marriages, for example. I firmly believe that in the 21st century, it is imperative that couples recognize that no one person can fulfill all the requirements that another has in order to enjoy life in all its manifestations. No partner, no matter how valuable or valued by a mate, can wear all caps, can meet all the emotional, spiritual, intellectual, and other legitimate needs that one has.

A lover, a spouse cannot be the sole friend, confidante, advisor, cannot bear all the burdens or satisfy all the needs a human being has. To be sure, it is an unfair burden to expect all these of a partner.

It is important that one should hold the object of one’s love in the highest regard and give one’s maximum to that person. One must, however, never shut oneself out from others. No man or woman, no couple is an island unto himself, herself, or themselves. Always leave room in life to enjoy and share with others – loving relatives, caring friends, associates, and others along the way.

Life in the modern era cannot be fully enjoyed if partners so immerse themselves in each other that others are shut out, that social lives and interactions with others are dead,

Such a state of affairs, can in fact, be detrimental. Jealousy, possessiveness, total absorption in a partner which leaves no breathing room for him or her to travel with others or to share with others, expectations for him or her to fulfill all one’s needs in life – these can, in my estimation, cause relationships to become trite and gloomy – and worse yet, even end up in the junk heap.

“Woman”

I long for the touch of her lips
The sensations of her pulsating body
Through this web of loneliness and frustration
My haunted mind evokes desires
That reverberate through my palpitating manhood

To be held in her embrace
To have her squeeze my torso in sweet ecstasy
This imagination becomes a madness
But my body aches in yearning

Woman
I wait for you
Come rescue me
Fulfill me and complete me
Lest my imaginations turn to bitterness and sudden despair.

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