By Miles Patrick Yohnke
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"To be nobody but yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight - and never stop fighting." - E. E. Cummings
On February 21, 2014, the life transforming composition titled: "Parenting License" was released. It isn't just a story. It is a new platform for living.
We have to create a new platform for living. This ideal or template is not totally accurate, is it? The truth is actually right in front of us. The fact that people within our governments lie, cheat and steal for their own personal gain. And for what? All these different types of wars that transpire. We have websites for safe adultery. Safe adultery? And what are we accomplishing with all of this? What ethics are we setting for our children?
Listen to the talk and tone in the school classrooms and hallways, in malls, the workplace, everywhere. Look at how people need alcohol and drugs to somehow bear their own existence.
The basic fundamentals of life have been misplaced.
Is anyone happy? How many cry in their own private homes? How many can barely cope with their own existence? Turn on the television and watch not only the news but the programming. On display is all this lowbrow thinking of reality programs, movie plots, and this ME mindset. It's all this ME greed and 'bling' that will somehow embrace us with happiness. For most, the chase is all we know. And what we are chasing is someone else's conception of what we should be. Well that template is the wrong template. It doesn't work.
Decade after decade we have done this. It just demonstrates that we haven't developed our brains enough. That we haven't grown much further mentally or socially than the apes. If one continued to make the same mistakes over and over they'd be called "Mad." Yet, this is all we see in this world. The stats demonstrate and prove that 97% of the world is extremely unhappy. When is that going to change?
On April 1, 1976, Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak formed Apple Computer. It took Steve Jobs over two decades to really see the vision for Apple as a great mainstream personal computer come to vivid fruition. He never wavered with their Apple operating system. He knew that the operating system of a PC (piece of crap) was a second-rate product.
It took a long time to change how society and people thought. People accepted and embraced that the breakdowns of their PC's were normal. Much like how this world runs.
Well, I'm here to tell you that drinking, drugging, eating too much, buying recklessly, all this jealousy towards our fellow person, this hatred, these holy wars, these oil wars, these greedy wars, these religious wars, these wars, all these are an incorrect platform for being.
My article: "Parenting License" is a different pathway. A new platform for a new personal self. It's not going to change the world overnight. But at least the content is created. Now what I ask is that everyone take an ownership of the content (story) and start living and sharing it. And over time, like the Apple company, we will see a real market share develop. This one, though, will be one where people are now comfortable in their own skins. Where everyone is equal.
The first time anything new is proposed it gets labeled as "risky" or "strange." You're going to walk on the moon? You and Wilbur are building what? Heavier-than-air flying machines? You Wright brothers are sure gullible! Black and white children attending the same school? Have you lost your mind?
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world," said Mahatma Gandhi.
We need to change what reality holds, be the doers of deed. To be the stern strife of healthy living; one of achievement, bound with honourable behaviour, to strive to bring ever nearer a better day. Do show us how the souls of these warrior-foe take flight. Today, our spirits soar.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Subject: A New Platform of Living
Release Date: June 24, 2022
When I was growing up and struggling with my learning disorder (I couldn't even spell my own last name till I was nine), I was called a retard. I was called that name so many, many times through the late 60s till the early 80s (into my late teens). Getting called a retard so many times that you lose count wears on you. You feel like a chocolate cosmos flower in a hail storm.
You don't laugh at the deaf. You don't laugh at the blind.
I sure was laughed at. The isolation I felt. I tried so hard to be normal. I tried so hard…