A Perfect World
A Perfect World
I had my blood pressure and heart rate taken at a super market pharmacy today. At a glance, my vitals appear normal and even excellent. At the same grocer, a young lady randomly asked me if I am a nutritionist. She further stated that she is anemic and her doctor reccomended dark vegetables to supplement her diet. I replied that I'm not a nutritionist but raw spinach and romain lettuce are among my favorite vegetables of the dark, leafy variety and also excellent sources of iron. Perhaps a combination of my athletic physique and my glasses prompted her inquiry, and me being the guy that I am, I gladly entertained.
The world has changed so much since I began to formulate my personal identity, and so have I. I was not always the type of guy who might be mistaken as a health fanatic, the type of guy who might be seen as approachable by nice people, and certainly not the type to field such a random question. As I lounge on my living room carpet, listening to the musical styling of Johann Sebastian Bach and writing yet another hub, which you probably won't ever read, and eating a bowl of great grains cereal with lactose free milk, I ask myself. "Self, wtf has happened to you?"
I hide my handsome face behind these stupid glasses. I bottle my agression and let it metamorphasize into something tangible, maybe even beautiful in the form of words. I no longer indulge in fast foods, I excercise regularly. I don't binge drink or eat or punch people in their faces, or tell people about themselves. Yet a part of me remains rambunctious and rebellious against things in this world that I realize will never change. I acknowledge my insignifcance as one of over six billion people on this planet. These eyes witness my brothers divided, slain, and treated as less than equals. With the opportunities presented to me, who am I to complain?
I was a fat boy that decided to change. I played too rough for the kids on the nicer side of town, with whom I attented primary schooling. I didn't know then that my life expectancy was lower than theirs. Or that statistically speaking, I am much more likely to be impovershed, undereducated or incarcerated; have a child out of wed-lock or become addicted to drugs. The challenge is to understand that what the world expects from me and projects upon me, does not necessarily equate to me becoming such. I am still a south-paw terror ready to land the world on it's ear, but my God, things have changed.
P.S. Wilkinson IV