I lie. Often I hate to leave the house.
But then I step out into the world and am floored by the amazing immensity of its myriad wonders. Even a child's laughter can do me in, and make life seem like the miracle it justifiably should be seen as.
I am sorting myself out. We all are, one way or another, at a different pace each. I think we know this is what we are living for: to get sorted out before we die.
Oh, I know what people say. I know what people do. At any given time are people ever saying and doing what they really want to, or what they know inside their soul is the right thing they should do?
What people say and what they do are not honest indicators of what people know. People know what they shouldn't do.
Native American culture teaches that we can learn a lot from animal "medicine." Take dogs, for instance: they see dogs as instructors in the art of loyalty. A LOT of people could use heaping doses of dog medicine.
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| The dichotomy of Trini-life: the loyal and the left behind in one view. Saddle Road, San Juan. Photo by Jhaye-Q |
I am loyal to my nation. Trinidad & Tobago means the world to me. Yet, I often am made to feel like something it vomited up and wants to walk over, walk away from and forget. There's A LOT of that going around, too.
How do you work hard for a country that seems to hate you? I hear people ask this question, and I ask it myself. I am no closer to an answer than I ever was. All I know is I must keep working. I must. Because that is what loyalty does.
People know what they should do.
Disloyalty makes them not do it.
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