WIP

Wanted to pick up chess again but I suppose I’ll never be good at it with my limited mental capacity. Watched a beautiful day in the neighborhood which depicted the friendship between Fred Rogers and Lloyd Vogel. Rogers was practically a saint with his ability to see the good in everyone and the willingness to put in extra effort to listen and find that good. And in doing so, helping others help themselves. His wife however, insisted on others not referring to him as a saint coz that just made him seem unattainable. His goodness was likened to how one would practice playing an instrument everyday - it takes conscientious effort to be good.Fred Rogers was more than a man, he was a good man.  It started me thinking about what defines a boy vs a man.  A boy perhaps is impulsive, one who speaks without careful consideration, one who commits to things on impulse, on what they feel at a particular moment, and then regretting it later. A boy perhaps beats around the bush and not tells things as they should be. A boy is perhaps indecisive, in part due to greed or FOMO. A boy is perhaps one who is unable to take care of themselves whether in the nitty gritty details of life or their feelings. A boy is perhaps insensitive to their own needs and the needs of others. He perhaps is one who is unable to deal with problems and chooses other forms of escapism, to pretend these problems do not exist. A boy perhaps is one who is unable to live with or love himself, and constantly requires someone or something else to validate them. I guess perhaps being responsible, self-aware, kind, empathetic, self-assured, unselfish, and grit are the qualities that define a man. I suppose some of these apply to women as well but that’s a post for another day. We are all I guess, work in progress. 

Beatrice

He travelled further into the Deep South. He looked up at the sky and sighed. It would be a very long time till he could see the sun again. What terrible sin had this man committed for this expulsion to the Deep South, the curious reader might ask. The truth is he didn’t belong there. This man had the purest of soul, with not a single evil bone in him.  You see, dear reader, the sole purpose of his travel (not an expulsion), has a name. A name uttered, sends every molecule in his body into a frenzy. That name, it is Beatrice.