Hometown Glory

Im from a very small country town, bassfield, mississippi, where the most excitement people get are at local sporting events as is the like in many other small towns across the nation. growing up in such a small town helps and henders a person. i say this lightly because i dont want anyone to feel that i am in no way ashamed of where i come from. when asked i would gladly tell anyone. however there are some thins about my hometown that i could live my entire life without experiencing again.

country life is as many of you assumed slow. we get everything late. when the rest of the world is moving on we are just jumping aboard. at times i enjoy the slow pace. it is relaxing. but for the most pary i find it to be somewhat irritating. the people seem to lack a certain level of intellect. they seem to be content with the simple and melodramitic lives they lead. there seems to be no dreams. all of them seem to die among the ever growing crime and violence rates. i feel that there arent any good examples for the children there to follow.

yesterday i went home(to my parents house). most of the time when i go home nobody sees me except for my family. i was never the one who knew everyone in town or even wanted to. therefore i only keep in touch with about three people from my graduating class. so when someone does see me they dont realize that i grew up in the town, they often think im simply visiting. on this visit home yesterday i was approached by some men who would as my mom would say were trying to be "fresh". I naturally declined both of them becasue their approach was not only disrespectful but the attraction for either of them was just not there. immediately after they saw i didnt want to waste any time on them i was labeled as "stuck up".

Stuck up, conceited, arrogant. ive been called all of these simply because a person judges me before actually talking to me. Why does a person have to be labeled as stuck up because they act differently?

I never want to live in bassfield. nothing has changed and yet everything has changed. i want to live in a more productive place where i can make my dreams come true and hopefully i can come back to this small town and make some well needed changes.

i want to believe there is hope for my hometown.

Anon....

Wow, its been awhile since my last blog and i would like to apologize to those of you who were following me. I just wanted to get on and let you know whats been going on with me. The summer was beneficial for me; it was a time of rest and a time for me to think about the things that really matter to me most in life. I found out what i wanted to do, how i was going to do it and slowly im finding that neither road is going to be easy. I met some wonderful people and began to build what i hope to be lasting relationships with them all. Along with meeting alot of exciting new people there is always the heartbreak of loosing some people who at one time i considered to be important in my life. the last sentence puts me in the mind of a quote by black nationalist and one of the most influencial blacks of all time Malcolm X:
"There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance next time."

The above quote is true in so many ways because no matter how much we as human loose or how many times our heart is broken we cant by any means give up. There is only room to prosper and grow. In the end we will all be better for going through the trails and test that come in life. I just hope that my journey is in some way and inspiration of some sort to others.

So i ask, what are you doing to make your journey memorable?

later days.....