For every period of our life we are governed by a mantra of sorts, that proverbial soundtrack that we inexplicably march to, it is that indescribable feeling that implores us to plunge ahead regardless of the obstacles that may obfuscate our vision. The mantra for this period of my life has been “that a cheeringContinue reading “What time is it?”
Author Archives: Shun P. Writes
Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
The Staring Match
There has been a host of consistent interactions throughout my time on this planet. As of late it would seem that the eternal staring match that has ensued between me and the contemporary form “papyrus” has been something that I have been unable to dispense myself of. Whether it has been in the form ofContinue reading “The Staring Match”
Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to
I stopped what I understood to be a foolish concept of making resolutions at the start of a New Year a long time ago. I exchanged this for a commitment to resolve to build upon what I learned during the confines of each day and carry that into the next. Growth and maturity walks inContinue reading “Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to”
I remember… When Hip-Hop music “had” a message
The late Dick Clark once said “that music is the soundtrack of our lives” and as I reflect on that prescient statement that he uttered I can’t help but to think about my soundtrack and how the music via the medium of Hip-Hop that blared through the speakers of my Sony Walkman in the lateContinue reading “I remember… When Hip-Hop music “had” a message”
My corporal punishment was unconditional love
I grew up in the latter half of the 1970’s and the early 1980’s, where corporal punishment was the rule of thumb. My parents scoffed at the concept of sparing the rod, breaking the rod was probably more in line with their philosophy. In retrospect I am grateful that the rod was not withheld andContinue reading “My corporal punishment was unconditional love”
Downstream
I sat here. Content. Content I say… Eyes closed. As my lungs were inhaling and exhaling with deliberation. And I hurled… With the force of frustration; those burdens that would drain me of my empowerment, into the tempest of the stream never to be seen again. And… I rejoiced in its defeat.
Are we too sexy for history?
“History is written by the victors” – Winston Churchill “History is a set of lies agreed upon” – Napoleon Bonaparte I am referencing the quotes associated with Churchill and Bonaparte, because nowadays it seems that many people are far removed from having a passion for anything outside of the cult of personality, whether it be withContinue reading “Are we too sexy for history?”
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