Nearsighted Point-of-View

People, whether they be black, white, old, young or etc., have this almost inescapable nearsighted view of life in its totality. Because of this limited view of time and possibilities, we respond to situations based primarily on reason, experience (first and second-hand), and emotions. Those are very important, coming naturally through God-given growth, but dependent on them alone, life will be lived in a box… a mental box maybe, but a box nonetheless.

I am probably one of the worst at the nearsighted mindset; well I was anyway. The nearsighted point-of-view, is so limited that when someone says anything to you outside of the way you are seeing it at the moment, they sound insane or even patronizing. However, that person may fail to realize that you both share the same view, but instead finds it a lot more profitable to speak to you through hope. So that’s what I began to do; even if I see a situation that looks bad, sounds and has typically gone bad in the past, does not mean I should expect bad for this particular situation. Thinking that way builds a mental box around what I think the possibilities for my life are. It also, stunts the the luxury of hope and the necessity for faith.

I've been told that I'm very visual, so here's a picture to illustrate what I'm attempting to say. Faith is the only point-of-view without boundaries.
I’ve been told that I’m very visual, so here’s a picture to illustrate what I’m attempting to say. Faith is the only point-of-view without boundaries.

Since this is the outlook I’ve chosen to take with my own life, I think that it would be selfish if I did not share the same outlook about those I come into contact with.

Proverbs 23:7 say, “For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he”. Taking that scripture, I teach and preach good things to myself constantly.

Luke 6:31 reads, “And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise”. So if I have to for others, what I wish they would do for me, I will probably being doing a lot more positive talk than I would negative. My words will be centered more around encouraging and uplifting than they would be criticizing.

However, this mode of thinking will be damaged through negative actions (what Christians call sin). The more wrong you do, the harder it is to think positive or expect positive about anything. The harder it is for you to think positive, the harder it is to speak positive. The harder it is to speak positive, the harder it is to believe and hope for positive. The harder it is to hope and believe positive, the harder it is to have faith in anything. Hebrews 11:6 reads, “But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.”

So in short, sins and wrong doings will hamper your positive quality of life given to you as a gift from God. And if I’m living all willy-nilly causing my life to be hampered, I won’t be able to hope and believe positive, so that I can speak positive, because I expect positive, because I think positive for me, then I won’t be able to do it for you.

This is just my perspective on how much goes into a genuine kind word. If anyone brings bad news to me, you will be leaving with good news. It’s not that I am insensitive and don’t understand the situation at hand; but if I live under the limits of the my nearsighted mindset, I may never enjoy the freedoms that faith has to offer.

I never accept a reality that hasn’t even happened… And even after something happens in my life, doesn’t mean that faith can’t change it. I have to still believe that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

-P.S.

I left links to the whole chapters of the scriptures references above. Hopefully, you will have time to glance at them (particularly Hebrews 11 as it pertains more to this post) and see if they help you at all in your daily life and perspective in it.

Week 19 Recap

This week actually ended on an uphill slope. Most weeks, I would have been worn down by the daily struggles that I have admittedly and ignorantly accepted as life, that the recap is best post of the week. I’m not ashamed of it though. Going forward, I will be scheduling a block of time to actually unwind. It may be daily, every other day or half of a Saturday or something. I’ll sort that out this week so that I’ll have it in effect by February (I already have the whole month of February scheduled; excited about that.)

Tuesday, January 20, I took an educational field trip to the movies to watch Selma. I had plans on writing a review of the portrayal of struggles of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and his supporting cast to get the Voting Rights Act passed via the marches in Selma, Alabama. Well, I went and saw the movie, but the review did not go as planned. I have an incredibly hard time sitting through depictions of the struggles of slavery or the Civil Rights Movement; so until Tuesday night, I never did. However, I’m glad I gave it a watch. It was an excellent, realistic and accurate reenactment of the movement. The directors, actors and casting crew were all excellent. My review turned out to be just a screen shot of the notes that I took during the movie. That was something new for me — sharing notes — because I really did not have the mental strength to go in depth about the film. Those are the types of emotions that I can’t just close off when I feel like it, so from the start of the movie until I went to bed, the emotions flowed… and you ended up with a screen shot of halfwitted notes. I laughed when I read back over them the next day.

Wednesday, January 21, I literally had to battle all day to find my regular optimistic mode of thinking. The day went on on and on without an upside, until I had finished Blogging vs. Journaling. It was something that I had taken a couple notes on and never got around to. Since I needed an easy write, that I needed not put a lot of new thought into, I pull it from my notebook and posted it. It was basically about how blogging can easily turn into journaling even if that had not been the initial purpose for which you created it. Since my blog started as a medium to share cultural relevance the way that I — a young black Christian male in the south of the United States — see it, some things will naturally take on a journalistic style. I have to make sure that it falls within the guidelines of relevance that I’ve set though and be sure not to vent, because that’s not not my point. My point is to share, encourage and make aware that there are people who fall outside of the stereotypes, but still being very very much engrossed in the culture. So basically, my blogging is about being me, and journaling is whining about being me… and I’m not a whiner. 🙂

Yesterday, January 23, I wrote I Was Looking For Me; I Found Black. This was basically about the path that I took through 2014 to become a better person to make way for a better future. In doing so, I neglected the parts of me that the rest of society sees first; and that’s being black. Honestly, as strange as it might sound, I became so focused on me, and what I needed to do, and me me me, that I actually forgot that by simply being black, all of those plans could be taken away from me just as fast as I could think them up. It was the Eric Garner and Michael Brown cases that reminded me. “I could be killed for no reason at all, forgotten and my killer could go on living with no justice being served. If it could happen to one black man, it could happen to me. If it could happen to any man, it could happen to me.” This was my realization that I needed to adjust me re-identification process to include someone other than myself. We live for each other; living any other way is selfish and is not Christ-like.

I look forward to the rest of 2015, but I’m really looking forward to February. I know, you’re probably tired of hearing about February, but I can’t help it. I’m getting a lot off my chest and a lot of barriers are coming down next month. It’s nothing bad or extreme, but I’m a person of conservative nature; at first. The more comfortable I get with anything or anybody, I’m actually one of the most liberal. So when it comes to blogging, I’m reaching the point where I’m okay saying some things that I dared not say in the beginning.

With that being said, I hope you have a very enjoyable week sharing perspectives, showing compassion and spreading your love. I know it’s not always easy; trust me I know… But any other way is just not as fulfilling. 🙂

I Was Looking For Me; I Found Black

Towards the end of 2013, I decided that the time for lackadaisical living was over. I could walk the circle of methodical procrastination for the rest of my life, having gained all of the knowledge available and not an ounce of wisdom to go with it. What good is knowing better and not doing better? I thought about the progress I should have made with the guidance that I had been provided throughout my life; the results were inexcusable. Not judging by materialism and not saying that I’m some kind of villain, but when I stripped myself of excuses and thought about potential, no one would be to blame for any regrets but me alone.

Before 2014 started, I had already determined that by the end of that year, I would have a more clearcut outline of my life, my purpose and would begin to take strides to get there. I didn’t realize that what I had set out on was a search for self. I just wanted to cut ties with the unnecessaries and move forward with the necessities. Some were easy; some weren’t. I found that in a lot of areas I had to start completely over. A found a lot of areas where I was standing on nothing but dreams with nothing to back them. I spent a lot of time talking with my dad in 2014, who has never been afraid to tear me down with the truth, but only to build me back up in faith. I think my mom babied me more in 2014 than she had since I was five (literally). Nonetheless, by September/October, I was satisfied with the progress I had made and was looking forward to 2015 as a new completed version of myself.

And then I was faced with Ferguson…

I hate to keep bringing it up, but that was something that forced me to reevaluate myself, not just as this new me that I was creating, but as a young black male in America. It’s almost as if in the process of correctly rebuilding my identity, I forgot all about the black bricks. I had the Christian bricks for the foundation, the work ethic bricks, the bricks for planning and future goals, and even career bricks; my job was looking promising.

But out of the blue, the tragedies of Michael Brown and Eric Garner reminded me that all of those other bricks — except your faith — can be torn down and taken from you at any moment, for no reason at all… and forgotten.

It’s January 2015 now. The magnitude of that realization still has not worn off. I felt as though I had finally figured Reggie out; at least I had that much in life figured out. Then in the midst of that, I had to find out that I have multiple character profiles that must be used interchangeably in order for me to successfully maneuver through life while maintaining a certain moral standard and integrity.

Why can’t I just be Reggie?

If Eric Garner was my father, or if Michael Brown was my brother, and gas was $2 a gallon, I think I could afford to completely burn down a small state… But that’s the unrestricted black Reggie talking. Christian Reggie says, “That’s not the answer.” Black Reggie says, “This is why people think Christians and blacks are pushovers; I’ll take one for the team.” Then Oldest Brother Reggie says, “What kind of example are you trying to set?”

I’m one person that play numerous of roles to numerous people. Whether it’s a following role or a leading role, my actions always have to be the best for those around me. When it comes to a situation like that of Trayvon, Eric or Michael, before I react, I have to make sure that whatever I do falls within the guidelines of being a Christian first. After it clears that standard, I have to make sure that it is the best thing and representation for black people. If it then clears that standard, I have to make sure that it doesn’t set a bad example for anyone who may be looking up to me; even if it’s just my 14-year-old brother.

Complicated.

On top of that, the older I get, the more life changes for me, the more you will have to ensure that your next move is always your best move. One day, I’ll probably be married with children and grandchildren. It would be a shame if I couldn’t provide the same good examples that I was provided by my grandparents; living and lost.

All I’m saying is that there is so much that goes into being a black American man that much of it is easily overlooked. For a short period of time, I felt as though I could just go invincibly through life with this new plan and new me, and all I had to do was to do right and mind my own business. I guess for that small amount of time, I knew what it was like to be white. Trayvon was just simply walking home with a bag of Skittles and a drink; but Zimmerman thought something was wrong with that — and the court system backed his decision.

Of course with the grace of God, I could live a life without incidents of the sort. However, I’m black, and I can’t take the grace of God to myself and forget all of my other black brothers. Some kind of way, I believe finding yourself includes what you can do to help others. I guess I’ll find out in 2015.

Blogging vs. Journaling

Brother: What’s up Red? I just read Country Guy, City Life; I think that was favorite post so far.

Me: Really? That one didn’t seem to go over well.

Brother: Well I can kinda see why though. I think I liked it because I know Atlanta, Alabama, and you. It was really personal. More than likely if someone reads that one, they’ll be thinking, “Why would I leave Atlanta to go to Alabama.”

Me: Ahhh… Gotcha. Didn’t see it like that.

When I first started this blog, I quickly realized that blogging could easily turn into journaling. That is not what intended to do. In fact, that’s my biggest issue with a bulk of social media activity — “Who cares?!” is what I ask when I scroll past a check-in, relationship update or a picture of your dinner. Of course you will post random pics of you and yours friends and spouses at different locations and festivities, but I should not be able to account for nearly every waking moment of your day. Some parts of your life should remain exclusive, and not just the emotional death that over-posting is sometimes used to mask.

However, after I started blogging, I felt as though I had found a social media that works for me; one that would be a bit more difficult for me to critique. There had been many occasions where I had scrapped an essay because it did not meet the criteria that I had set for the purpose of the blog. If it doesn’t share a constructive outlook on life, or concerning something of literary relevance, or even the occasional comedic relief, I deny it. So when I received this criticism from my brother who is currently attending college in New York, it forced me to reevaluate the post. As he explained it to me, “The students up here know very little about Alabama, but Atlanta is way more popular than you might expect… And besides, they don’t know that 99% percent of our family resides in Alabama. It’s a really personal post, bro.”

When I went back and read the post, I could tell that most of it came from the frustrations of my own monotony combined with the pageantries that are city life. It was something the was written predominately personal emotion that pertained only to me and the way that I was feeling at the time. I had, metaphorically speaking, posted my dinner to Facebook. That should be a testament to the subtleness of blogging though. It’s a very relaxing (and productive to a career writer) way to keep the wheels of creativity going, while networking and learning through others. But if sight is ever lost of your purpose, you can begin to treat your blog like the ever trusted pages of a diary and forgetting the presence of an audience. And you know what happens next? You’re a weirdo with a webpage, that’s what happens.

Kidding…

If your blog is not meant to be personal, it takes a bit of diligence to ensure that it doesn’t happen. It’s another curve that I had to learn and I think that it would be unfair for me recognize something and not share to others who may fall for the same thing. I read a few blogs from beginners like myself to see where, I could improve and I found that it is not to uncommon to see the patterns of posting something that lacks relevancy. Then on the other hand, the blogs that are in fact more personal to the author are usually exceptionally good. That is just too much exposure for me. Like I described in Writing and Schizophrenia, sometimes the person in real life, is not ready to be shared with the online world of strangers. It’s a fear that most writers share — but if you ever want to get over it, start blogging.

Selma – (Very) Unoffical Review

I just saw Selma a couple hours ago. I am always very reluctant to watch movies depicting the history of Black Americans and our struggles in the United States. There are so many thoughts, imaginations, and emotions that these movies provoke that I would rarely just ignore the cinema depictions and learn through reading. While watching the movie, I realized in a helpless and nearly hopeless state, that it is nearly impossible to to advance further as a people without the togetherness we once had and a single leader to lead the charge. It also became very clear that there are so many inequalities we still face that are masked by the laws; there is no law that can heal the condition of the minds of the people being torn down by the illusion of freedom and equality. However, this condition is not limited to the minds of Black Americans alone…

There are so many topics that a movie like this set in motion that I can not cover them all. I am actually quite drained. It took all of my might to stay after the first ten minutes, but I forced myself to continue watching. Since I have gotten through Selma, and can agree that it was a total success, I recommend it to anyone who may have the slightest interests in what the movement was all about and its role players. I LOVED IT! Now maybe I can go back and watch the backlog of movies depicting our peoples’ struggles that I have avoided year after year after year. I’m a pretty easygoing guy, except when it comes to family and race relations. I feel as though all of my passion has been reserved for simply wanting everyone to be treated fairly; a task so simple, but yet nearly impossible.

Since I won’t do a review, I have sharde my notes (something I never do) that I took during the movie. Instead of a review I will break down the major themes that I took from the movie, to be discussed next month as what I feel to still be issues today.

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I am completely satisfied with the movie. It was great! Casting was great! Acting was great! Plot and theme of the movie itself was great!

But I’m tired…

In February I will devote more detail into my personal perspectives surrounding the movie.

Week 18 Recap

After week 15, I took moved took a few weeks for the holidays and another just to recap the prepare for the new year. So instead of just returning as if I hadn’t taken a break, I started last week with an introductory post, “I’m Back“. In it, I talked about my comfort level that I had developed in the previous months. That comfort has allowed me to become more liberal with my own personal styles in blogging that I had subconsciously been neglecting since I started. It was not until my time off and reading other blogs that I noticed that your style and content is what brings appeal to your writing. It sounds elementary, but when have never wrote to consistently engage an audience, it takes a lot of getting used to; a lot of adjustments.

On Wednesday, January 14th in “Complimenting Arts, I covered how it may be to an artist’s advantage to have another craft that could compliment and strengthen the primary choice of expression. Most artists develop that supplemental craft early in practice as I believe it comes naturally. For example: a singer who dances, or a painter who sculpts, or maybe even a poetic architect. The reason I advocate this is because I know personally that sometimes one medium of expression does not always fulfill all that is felt. Sometimes a painting or photograph shows all that needs to be said and more. On the other hand, a photograph or painting can be to open to interpretation and the words of a writer are needed to direct what the eyes are seeing. I’m not saying that it is a necessity to do anything more than what you enjoy, but I do believe that it will strengthen the quality of any person’s creativity.

Friday, January 16th, I wrote about the negative effects of writing rituals. I know people, myself included, who have to do there work the same way, every time, under the same conditions. Now the good thing is that you will rarely have a problem with consistency; the bad things is that your work will probably start to show those same stagnant patterns. How can something new come from the same environments. And how can the same environments provoke a new mode of thinking, or creativity? Sometimes you have to do things differently to get new results. No one ever wants to become synonymous with predictable, or repetitive, or the dreadful BOOORIIIING! I suggest that if you don’t want produce predictable, don’t be predictable. I suggested a really good interview that I thought would provide some good advice as well.

Well, I apologize for another late Recap. If things go as planned, I should be able to produce another post tonight. I’m looking forward to the upcoming weeks with my new perspectives on style, complimenting arts and refusing comfortable habits. These should come in handy (especially next month) in getting my point-of-view across. I want it to be very clear going forward the my perspective does not imply correct perspective, as I will probably be more direct and more opinionated. I believe that if you feel a certain way about anything, you should be able to explain why… and that may be interpreted that what one is saying is fact. I am always open to new ideas or conflicting thoughts. I also try to be very careful of what I do say; the only thing worse than a know-it-all is a know-it-all that is wrong and unwilling to listen. An uncle told me a few weeks ago, “Make your words short and sweet, because you may have to eat them.” I laughed, but took it to heart.

As always, try to show compassion through an open perspective in order to spread a little love.

Writing Rituals (or Restraints)

After I get home from work and before doing anything else, I go to the same chair at the dining table. I place my bag in the same spot next to the chair; laptop in the same spot on the table; then notebook on the righthand side; pen next to the notebook, and headphones to the left of the laptop.

After the setup, I then take care of whatever household things I have to do before writing; Whether it be cleaning or errands or whatever the case may be. I have to setup everything the same way, everyday to be in the zone. To make matters even worse, once I do sit down to write, I do so with my phone added to the left side — and on the right, a pile of Planter’s peanuts on a half-folded paper towel and a beverage. It’s a system — a ritual — that must be in place in order to accomplish that night’s task.

It’s also a load of crap.

How have I brainwashed myself into thinking that I need everything to be the same before I can accomplish anything? How have peanuts — PEANUTSbecome a necessity in a writing routine? (Now just because there isn’t any legitimacy to the issue, doesn’t mean I’m giving the peanuts up… I like them… especially when I’m writing.) The issue isn’t the peanuts though; the issue is the fact that if I run out of peanuts before writing, I will halt my work to go to the store and buy more. That’s ridiculous!

After reading an interview of South African writer, Vuyelwa Maluleke, I promised myself that I would break from the rituals. The interview was conducted by a Geosi Gyasi. This is was the altering part of the interview for me:

“Geosi Gyasi: When do you often write?

Vuyelwa Maluleke: At night, on my floor. But I’m trying to not fix conditions to my writing just so I don’t feel like that is the only time I can write. So the other day, I sat in a coffee shop, and wrote there, early in the morning and something came of it which was surprising and fruitful.”

No one wants to be mundane. However, working on a mundane routine could easily cause mundane results. It is so easy to sit in a familiar place where the distractions are low. You tell yourself that you will get so much more done that way. That may be true, but at what cost? Sometimes a different scenery is good for the imagination and creativity boost. If I sit in the same place surrounded by the same things every time, I could equate that with sitting in an all white room with no windows. Since everything is familiar, it all becomes invisible in a way. I don’t trust my imagination to produce its best thoughts in a room where everything looks the same, smells the same, and feels the same day in and day out; you have to change things up a bit.

Sneezing, laughing, yawning, things dropping, dessert and coffee smells, and uncomfortable temperatures — GEEZ! Take me back to my own dining room table with my peanuts!

I have to get past that though. I could take advantage of so much more time, because I’m not always in that spot. I’m not alone though. I’m not the only crazy writer, and I know I’m not the worst case either. At least I’ll admit it; the first step to recovery. I have to learn to tame my thoughts and focus on the task at hand. Now if I try writing outside of my, maybe three, familiar elements, I will end up with a bunch of notes, scribbles and random paragraphs — at best. I have to, can do and will do better in removing those imaginary restrictions. The liberation is a necessity, because no one wants to be mundane.

Before coming across the article in the Flipboard app, I had never heard of Gyasi or Maluleke. Since then I have followed Geosi Gyasi, who provides excellent interviews from writers around the world. They provide great and realistic insight to amateurs, that I feel would be extremely useful if taken to heart. Vuyelwa Maluleke writes very passionate and heartfelt stories and poetry that has a unique style that I have found very enjoyable. If you get the time, look into both of them; really good stuff.

And if you were wondering… I’m at the dining room table now… The next post will be written elsewhere though.

Complimenting Arts

I believe undoubtedly in the concept and ability of creation; the notion that humans can take nothing but a thought and manifest it into a beautiful physical something. The creative ability to do such things are usually summed up into the arts. The people who indulge in these arts or called artists. Artists are normally quite creative; and an individual’s creativity is rarely bound to the limits of one art.

Well, over the last weeks, I have gone on a binge to access what would I like to contribute to the arts through my writing. I started with the widest view that I could possibly start with, which was to look at all of the arts together — literary, performance and visual. What I quickly realized, is something that I already knew but did not have an explanation for.

“Sometimes you cannot completely express what you feel or see internally through just one art form; no matter how talented you are.”

Is this true? Maybe; maybe not. It is my perspective on it though. As always, I’m open to different opinions, so please provide feedback if you disagree.

So since is the way I feel about it, I set myself out on a mission to find another art form to practice to compliment my writing. Or if not to compliment, at least to give me another avenue of expression. Words do not resonate with everyone like they do with the people who read and write as hobbies. Even myself for example, I find it extremely difficult to express love for particular person in words. Even as poetry, I feel as though something has been lost in the written translation. I tried to explain this to a friend before:

Me: It’s easy for me to write about love in general; but I can’t do it when it’s about someone.

Friend: Maybe it’s because you don’t love them.

Me: Maybe you should hang yourself.

Some levels of intimacy have to be seen (my perspective). I am a very visual person. Sometimes when any emotion, not just love, reaches a high point, words can only scratch the surface of what is felt. With that being said, even though I cannot always get the words out in what seems to be in the correct order, I have an image in my head that seems to embody all that I feel. That is why I will be making an effort to extend some of my creativity to the visual arts. I have always had a love for paintings and drawing, but primarily from a viewing standpoint; not creating. It maybe long and difficult, but I believe the results will be rewarding.

Classical writer/painters include the popular e.e. cummings, Henry Miller, and William Blake. They all worked from both sides and did exceptional in each of the crafts. Even though they are known predominately for their writings, those paintings came from somewhere within them and reached people that there words might not have reached. Those painting provoked thoughts that the words would not have, and gave depth to what might have been shallow if only written. On the other hand, Pablo Picasso wrote poetry heavily after years of perfecting his painting styles, but to me, most of that which I read was just as confusing as his cubism. That is just my opinion though; I like early Picasso.

I will probably dabble in a bit of a few the arts though, including classic dance, sculpting and a return to spoken word. Considering I haven’t done spoken word successfully in seven years, is more intimidating than the uncharted arts. Either way, I conclude that in every creative mind there are multiple routes to get to the same point. In exploring what I do, I look forward to exploring how I do them.

Leave feedback. Tell me if there are hobbies/arts that you join together to express your ideas.

I’m Back!

I feel like someone who ain’t showed up for work in three weeks, and then shows back up like they ain’t been missing.

Me: Hey, how’s everybody doing?

[Crickets]

Me: Anybody see the game this weekend?

[More crickets]

Boss: You’re fired.

Me: Thank you for the opportunity.

Boss: Get out.

No but in all seriousness, over the Christmas and New Year’s holiday weeks, I just enjoyed some fun time off with family in and out of state. I was literally back and forth between Atlanta and Alabama so much that trying to keep any type of schedule would have been too difficult. Last week though, I started missing blogging. I think it’s safe to say that I have found a medium of writing that suits what most of my friends have diagnosed as acute ADD and provides a channel to an audience that I would not have otherwise had. If you are a follower, of Perspective Park, you should know by now that I am ever so appreciative for anyone who takes the time to stop by and have a peek. It means a lot. So thank you all.

In the last few weeks, I’ve had a chance to read quite a few things. Some of which, helped me remember style. When I started this blog, I was so concerned with being grammatically correct that I left a lot of me out of what I was writing; a lot of style. I had a chance to read a few other blogs (some of the bloggers who follow me) and I was extremely impressed by their styles. When I looked back and read some of my own posts, I felt as though some of them were written too uptight for their topics. I am not neglecting them or saying that they were bad because I won’t post anything that I would be ashamed to claim as my own. That’s like dating someone that you can only hang out with at night… on the other side of town… while making her wear a disguise.

Me: Hey put these on.

Girl: It’s dark! I don’t need shades!

[Crickets]

Me: Well give them to me.

Now, I’ve never done that, I’m just giving an illustration. I’m an excited talker. I don’t normally talk a lot, but for those who know me personally, know that when I speak on something that I’m passionate about, it comes out in my hand gestures, my vocal patterns change and I start stuttering like a drumroll. I would love it if I could learn to relay that same passion through blogging; but I can’t do it without personalized style. I like to laugh, but I have a lot of things that I take very very seriously. I want to be able to blend these in my writing. I believe I can; even if I have to add excerpts for illustrations.

I have faith in myself as a writer. Not because I know all of the rules and always follow them though. I have faith in my content, and my ability to convey what I need to say and for what I need readers to understand with proper word choice. Simple as that. I believe good writing is being able to get your point across or your story told as simply as possible. If a reader is confused after reading something that I wrote, it is no fault of theirs’; but mine. All that I lack though (because I’m far from perfect), I will gain through practice and the grace of God. If I then incorporate proper word choice with the style that is Reggie Rich, we will end up with something either really good, or really crude. Either way, we’re going to find out in 2015.

I’m looking forward to what’s to come this year. My theme for this year is, “Life is Simple”. We have a tendency to overcomplicate so so much. I actually put the lifestyle into practice last year but will be building on it this year. I have a lot of things already noted out on what this means to me and how it has been beneficial to me recently. I believe it can be beneficial for a lot of people everywhere. Like I always say though, this is me and my perspective.

I’m back. We’re back. Perspective Park is back online with a more direct purpose, and a broader range of getting across. I believe I’m capable of bringing enjoyment, or at least a different perspective to anyone who checks in, so stay tuned to see if I can.