Philadelphia is all that it was known for, from the LOVE sign down to the infamous cheesesteaks. Though all of those things were well and good; the bad was just as equal in the amount that happens in the city of Brotherly Love. With every success that came with the city, the failures and realities were much greater. Even as a young child, I knew that the city that birthed me had a strong duality to it. I would run up the infamous Rocky stairs only to walk down the old, piss-smelled subway tunnel to head home to the "hood." Neighborhood Murals done by non-profit organizations that have beautiful concepts is only to be mirrored by street artists paying tribute to a fallen homie. Artists tags their calligraphy, etching their existences in high places throughout the city. No one wants to be forgotten, erased out of history yet as I ride through the city; I see otherwise. History and beauty illuminate throughout every corner of Philadelphia.
Gia felt like her brain was going to explode. Whether it was a mix of today's stresses of life or just... hearing Lai and Sebastian go at it with each other over the phone, her temples had begun to throb. It was the tale of her best friend's current "situation-ship." Every good thing that was going on, Gia would hear about it. Every bad... Gia would hear about it. Wishing that she was deaf, she listened and advised, yet Lai would take her advice of leaving him alone. On this day, she had decided to take Lai out to eat, and while they were "catching up," Sebastian called and the fireworks had begun.
I'm sure the title looks misleading, possibly cynical—and maybe it is. Yet, at this period of my life, I have not made it to the infamous cornerstone of life's journey; Marriage. The old holy union between two lovers that had concluded that they want to do this thing call life together until death. The very thought of it, right now, makes me laugh. Gut-clutching laughter. That's pretty dark. It might be, however, looking at my life; I haven't had great examples of marriage. Along with being possibly on the end of what many married people seek; the adulteress. I can't help but crack the hell up.
In today's job market, the qualifications or characteristics for most jobs are these...
Throughout history, women have been known for their mothering nature. The caregivers. The nurturers. The ones that are to raise the next generation in hopes that their offspring can change the world. Making it much better than how they were possibly leaving it. Although those traits are good, there have been women throughout history who had taken a different approach. In recent years, we have seen women step up and take their power back from the male oppression in which beliefs have branched into the everyday consciousness. We as women are coming for the man's metaphorical "throat" by showing that we possess more than what men have given credit for.
I have been exploring the realms of spirituality and what it means to me in my life. For the last 30 years, I have been tirelessly trying to follow the paths of Christianity. Being groomed in the churches and the endless repeats of bible verses, I still struggled to find my place in religion. As I continue to grow older, I am left with more questions than answers regarding religion and why was I following the teachings it begot. I didn't know why I was Christian, other than it was what my grandmother was. I had gone to school that foundations were started in the church, it was all that knew.