Ben G was a student of mine at SMU last week. Whenever I don’t teach I play COD with the kids. My call-sign at SMU is ZULU. I noticed that he enjoys creative writing and told him to leave a note in my Moleskin.
"I gripped my rifle tighter as two of us dived behind cover. First day at ELEMENTAL DEFENSE and I get ambushed! I quickly reloaded the clip before slamming in another. I kneeled down and squeezed the trigger letting the bullets spray and hit hostiles across the street. My asian friend stood up and fired his grenade launcher, then sprinted from cover using burst-fire with his rifle. "ZULU!" I yelled."
Scared of the Young…
While teaching the young professional applications, and observing their work, I’ve come to think that: It’s a shame that children with their visions have to go through soo much junk-distractions from their passion. Through School, College, in order to be able to do what they are already capable of doing right now. Given the right tools, resources and guidance their fire can be fanned so that they can produce professional quality work right now! -and I believe it’s gonn’ be way less pretentious and more genuine at that. I’m sorry but I feel that the adult world, including me at times, is holding them back, intimidated and scared, because then we would be out of work…hahaha
I try to empower them and to encourage them but often times there is a thick layers of discouragement, false criticism, misguided hope that we have created for them.
It’s harsh but I can now boldly say that as an adult, it’s a “sin” against God to veer children off their path, to mold them according to our blueprint. I’m no parent, but I sure hope I’ll be a “right” one.
Let’s encourage them. Let us be able to trust them, cuz’ the future is theirs, not ours.
“Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.”
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master, If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!