#amwriting using the #SoCS #Prompt: ho
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(I’m in a somber mood tonight. The air is thick with anger as a nation divided has to choose between 2 diametrically opposed cultures; national sovereignty or globalism.)
Honesty and honor?
Hornets nests hover over a nation darkened by deceit, dishonor, mass surveillance, militarized police and politicians whoring for power. That’s what I think of when I’m asked to use the 2 letters h and o together and come up with a stream of consciousness.
My parents lived through WWII and died believing that a their handshake meant more than a contract. They raised their children in a 3 bedroom one bath home smaller than most people’s living room and family rooms combined. There were two lies they told us — no, 3– in our lifetime; that there was an Easter Bunny, Santa Clause and a Tooth Fairy.
I could walk home in the dark at the age of 10, but by the age of 17, never again. The last time I visited the home that my parents sold when I was 23, all the trees had been paved over, the windows made smaller with bars on them. The quiet neighborhood that had once had one fenced in home in the entire block, was a riddle of fences, and the homes near derelict, just like our society has become.
You might not agree with my assessment, but that’s all right. The only constant in life is change. I just wished we’d chosen the better path.
My question is who really knows what the best path should have been? Life is truly a game of chance, of trials and errors.
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Honesty, truth, integrity…that’s the right path. 🙂
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True
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Growing up seems to give us a different perspective on family, life and home. My father just sold his house. My parents built it in the mid ’70’s. I moved out at 19 but it hasn’t felt like a home since my parents divorce in the mid ’90’s. New generations build new. The older generation buy investment properties and rent to those who can’t afford to own. My fathers home had become surrounded by renters. Tenants crammed into houses, different ethics, goals. A younger generation.
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My parents would treat other adults as they would want others to treat them.
You’re correct, people who don’t have an investment in their community have different ethics. My parents were able to buy a home, and they considered it a family heirloom, not an investment. They sold it after they retired (during the Cuban airlifts) and the man who bought it rented it out. One of the renters had to be evicted, he smashed up every cabinet in the kitchen — cabinets made from wood that would’ve lasted more than a lifetime.
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Sad when all people dont have the same respect as we do. Just sad. Think I’ve been born in the wrong era.
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