I am afraid we’ve evolved into people who no longer experience ‘innocence’. We’ve reached the stage of struggling to “measure up”. Measure up to what? Madison Avenue would have us believe that drinking parties are the real fun times. A fast, sleek vehicle with 500 horsepower under the hood makes for a real man. Ladies (and some men) are in search of staying young. Men are intimidated by ED and children are growing up too fast to even know the age of innocence. “Make Pretend” is REAL and shooting someone is just a game. Beautiful means ‘Sexy’ and Handsome means ‘six-pack-abs’. GOD belongs on a shelf to be called upon when needed. Our ‘heros’ are totally without conscience and being ‘chivalrous’ could lead to a lawsuit. Personal opinion puts more things into motion than facts and everyone is his or her own ‘editor’. Confusion leads to hopelessness and violence. There was a song I learned back in college. I included it in my Senior Recital. It was just a poem set to music back then, but it’s a way of life today. The lyrics are as follows:
Invictus Poem by William Ernest Henley (Published in 1888)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.