Brok3n4good's blog

Those were the repeating words of a woman sitting in the corner.  I met her last week near by Coolidge Corner in Boston.  I stood not too far from her pretending to be busy.  I felt that she had the fidelity life of a prairie Jack-rabbit flirting and hopping from one lover to another, because as I took a glimpse at her, she juggled between a forced look of desperation and a lack of interest. I was a bit furious by her lack of intent; she could've watched the Red Sox lose to the Yankees, and still say not a darn thing about it.  I want some explanations; I want some necessity for and the conditions of her character development. I ended up giving her whatever the money in my back-pocket. 

 Surely the mendicant pilgrim is constantly dependent on the wills – the charity – of others. Definitively speaking, to the extent to which a man/woman’s fate is dependent on others, his/her own life escapes out of his/her hands and his/her intelligence.  Simply put, I am raising the question of ‘why not control the course of your own life?’  And please, let me do the honor of clearing up any room for ambiguity with that statement. Here, the ‘control’ means responsibility: one’s own understanding of the situation in which one is placed. Again, don’t get me wrong, we actively submit ourselves to God’s authority; however, one of the ways of being reactive to His love is engendering responsibility. The overuse of the word ‘responsibility’ has diffused the word, giving only a slight punch of a butterfly wing. But, think of The Parable of the Talents, we each are given this amazing liberating force against the popular trend of specialization: the society objectively describing what is useful and what is not.