Week 7 Recap

Well I am proud to be closing yet another successful week. Even though I was unable to make time for my Daniel series, I still got around to some topics I really enjoyed. As it nears the end of the year and preparation for the holidays are kickstarted, time is becoming even more scarce than before. Balancing a 9-5, responsibilities, and writing can literally consume your every waking minute. So for those of you who continuously, check in and continue to support Perspective Park, my gratitude can not be expressed enough.

Last week, I covered the principle of being proud of what you do. If you don’t appreciate your craft, no one else will. Hard work will be noticed by yourself first, and through consistency, patience, and repetition it will capture the attention of others. Before this though, you have to set your mind to that goal and not be be persuaded from attaining to it otherwise.

On Tuesday, October 30th, I wrote about appreciation that we as the younger generation should have for the wisdom of our preceding generation. By taking the words of wisdom from our elders, and practicing it as much as possible in our youth, we will have accumulated even more of our own to pass on to the generation behind us. Wisdom should be able to be received from anyone, but sometimes coming from peers, it can be condescending and taken the wrong way. Unfortunately, that is more of a personal problem, but that is just how it goes.

Friday, October 31st, I focused on the hidden mentality of a writer. There are many filters and barriers that a writer will put on himself which in a way, splits the personality of the author. Even though it does not qualify as true schizophrenia, sometimes the defining character points between life and literature contrast to the point where it seems as though the writer lives in constant contradiction. In this thought, I made a goal to remove as many barriers and filters as possible, to get my work as open and true to myself as possible.

Next week, I will be getting back to Daniel. At the point Daniel is for my enjoyment, and I just hope that you all are enjoying it as well. As far as other topics go, I will have to scurry through my notebook for a topic that I have not covered, unless another topics comes to mind. Hopefully, next week will not be as busy for me and I will be able to share a little more.

Thank you again for checking in and keeping posted, and I look forward to spreading a bit more of my perspective to you next week.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend as compassionately and lovingly as possible!

Daniel and the Toddler (Part 2)

Daniel sat tiredly on the tube, drifting in and out of sleep. It was almost 7AM. His flight did not leave back to the states until nine, so he was making great timing. Even though he enjoyed his much needed vacation with his best friend, there was still something weighing on him. He had slept late, saw sights, ate well and had what should have been some of the best times of his life. Now, however, he felt as though it might have been a waste of time and money.

As I looked at the young man, it occurred to me that maybe he wasn’t as young as he used to be. He wasn’t old, but he definitely wasn’t as young. It seemed as though he was coming to the realization that the single party life was starting to run out. The fact that he had to travel all the way to London to visit his last single friend should have been obvious proof of that. As a matter of fact, even his last single friend was not-so-single.

Daniel rubbed his eyes together his eyes as the train pulled to a stop at the next station. Not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, he checked his phone until everyone had settled and the train was moving again. Across from him, a mother sat with a little boy that was staring directly at him. As soon as Daniel met the gaze of the toddler, the little boy looked up at his mom and asked:

“Mommy, is that man going to work?

He has a tie like daddy… And a blue shirt?”

Something about the way the child’s curiosity was peaked by Daniel’s blue shirt and tie woke him to full awareness. Daniel scrambled around in his pocket for something to give the boy. Pulling what he had learned to call a “fiver” from his pocket, he asked the mother, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

The wide-eyed boy shyly accepted the money, but continued talking to Daniel.

“I’m going home with my daddy.

He gives me money too.

I came here with my mommy

But only to ride the tube.”

As I watched Daniel, a smile spread grew on him, that seemed too big for his face. He picked the boy up and sat him in the seat next to him. “What’s your name, Big Guy?” The boy looked at his mom as if to asked if it was okay to answer. She nodded and said, “Tell him your name.”

“My name is David Lucas, Jr.

Just like my daddy.

Except his name is David Lucas, Sr.

It’s almost the same… So I’m still happy.”

He fondled the bill in his hands folding it over and over while smiling at every thought of his father. “Well my name is Daniel, but you can call me Dan.”

He smile at the intro and said, “Hi Mr. Dan.

When I see my dad I will say hello for you.

I’m going to tell him you were a nice man,

And you gave me five pounds and your shirt was blue.”

The little boy’s smile now matched Daniel’s. His short legs kicked from the edge of his seat seeming to be in direct correlation with his happiness. Maybe this is what Daniel had been missing.

The train pulled to the next stop where the mother gathered her child, thanked Daniel and exited the train. The doors closed as the little boy waved back at Daniel with the bill flopping about in he hand. Daniel also waved as the feeling of tiredness crept back — but this time accompanied with a feeling of loneliness. The train pulled off and left the boy and his mother in the past.

I watched Daniel fidget back and forth between phone and books until the train finally arrived at his stop. He seemed so detached from everyone and everything; as if he were completely oblivious to the reality of anything. The doors opened and I stood to the side as he eased by me and off the train. “Excuse me,” he said. It was surprising to hear him say anything after watching his mood flatten. He made his way up solemnly up the escalators as the doors closed between he and I.

“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel,” I murmured. “You have to open up to yourself.”

Week 5 Recap

First of all, I would like to thank everyone who has been checking in to read and share in my perspectives. Even the smallest amount of support goes a long way, and I really do appreciate the support. If you don’t support me, but you at least took the time skim through; Thank you too. 🙂

Secondly, for those of you who have followed Perspective Park, I would like to apologize for the short week of posts. I was on schedule to post last night but was not completely comfortable with my chosen topic. I would much rather that you become more accustomed to me and my views before I introduce too much controversy. Since I am only five weeks into creating an identity for Perspective Park, I am still making a first impression. If we met in person three times a week, you would already know that I mean no harm in anything that I say. However, since this is basically a one way line of communication, it takes a bit more time to establish a personality.

Over the weeks, I have scattered about in a variety of topics typically based on what I have felt like. Going forward though, I would like to provide you with a weekly recap that will cover two things— what was discussed that previous week, and a preview to what will be discussed in the upcoming week. I believe this process will help me to maximize productive time, while shortening the learning curve to blogging effectively, and giving you – the reader – more room for input.

With that being said…

Recap

  • On Monday, October 11, I posted Beauty: In All Forms. I simply discussed how I felt about the conditions of being comfortable within yourself. The way you perceive yourself can have a lot to do with how you carry yourself and your overall perspective of life. The media also plays a lot into how we define beauty. Don’t let those images become your standard. Real men like curves anyway.
  • On Tuesday, October 12, I posted Relationship Failure Theory: Revisited. In this post, I elaborated a little more on women’s responsibilities in relationships. In the original Relationship Failure Theory post, it seemed as though I had placed all of the weight of the relationship on the man. However, I was only speaking from the perspective of the man.

Preview

  • On Monday, October 20, I will be adding to Daniel and the Romantic. The fun thing about writing something is that it can always evolve. That’s what happened with this short. I used the story as a cover for the poem as I am still not very comfortable with poetry. Within the story, The Romantic was actually the main character, but I have changed that. Since first posting, I have scripted a five-part story following the same format about Daniel. I think you will enjoy it.
  • On Tuesday, October 21, I add on yet another Thirty Seconds Ago… story. I spent this week writing dealing scraping my brain on real issues. Next week I will loosen up a bit.
  • On Thursday, October 23, I will tackle the issue of the Mama’s Boy. This is every girl’s worst nightmare, but from the right perspective, maybe I can explain what a Mama’s boy is. I will say though, that the Mama’s Boys who gives you the willies are simply boys altogether. There is a difference.

If any of this interest you, be sure to check back in and see what’s going on. Even if you have ideas or opinions before next week, feel free to comment or even email me directly @ reginald.richardson@me.com. The feedback helps a lot, and gives me more perspective on my own life as I see it.

So once again, thank you all and have a wonderful weekend!