“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”—Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
I was scrolling down my Feed on Facebook when I came across someone bolstering a few supports on why marijuana was illegal. It reminded me of my conversation with Michael awhile back in which we discussed what social construction has occurred throughout the generations to have transformed and shaped many people’s views on marijuana, its uses and effects on our society. Ironically, the root of all perception has a sort of relation to how why it has been demonized in the first place. Here is a small excerpt from my paper focusing on marijuana and its policy within our federalist country, this segment mainly focusing on why it’s illegal today.
Though marijuana today is greatly known as either a ‘therapeutic’ or ‘gateway’ drug, its brother, hemp, served a different purpose in American society. Derived from the same plant, known as cannabis sativa, hemp was introduced first as cultivation “for fiber and oilseed, used to make thousands of products worldwide, including clothing and auto parts” (Dewey & Merrill, 1916). The production and distribution of hemp became the staple of American colonial life as it became used to make paper. The overview of marijuana’s history begins thereafter, when the usage of hemp was soon seen as a competition in the paper industry against those who invested in timber. Therefore competitors such as newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst took advantage of propaganda to demonize cannabis plants, knowing that destroying the root of the source would cease hemp production (Whitebread & Bonnie, 1972). Negative limelight was then targeted on cannabis sativa through media sources and became the foundation of ill beliefs toward marijuana and hemp, shaping future generations attitude and conception of the plant and its uses. Today, negative views are still at the same level than it was then when cannabis sativa was established as a harmful drug to society. This is apparent through recent proposals to reestablish hemp-planted fields nation wide in the US. Using synthetic fiber from hemp for previous purposes such as making clothes and shoes would reduce costs in material, many production factories have anticipated. However, opponents say “the arguments in favor of hemp-growing represent a smokescreen for legalizing marijuana and other drugs” (Tim & Silverman). This suggests that many people today still stigmatize marijuana as an illegal drug that impends the American society. There is also great controversy in whether the usage of marijuana is therapeutic or gateway and these opinions resonate through federal and state law as it is reviewed between Federal and State level.
We are a capitalist country is all. Just as how we continued to stigmatize marijuana and used it as a reason to kick the Mexican labor immigrants out of our borders once our need for them was over.
“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep… wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’ re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU… The one who turns to his friends and says, "thats her"….”—Unknown
“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”—M. Scott Peck (via journeytoenlightenment)
I don’t want to become another girl you had a “thing” with. I don’t want to become someone you use to know. I don’t want to see you look at another girl the way you used to look at me. I want to be the girl you fall in love with and can never find another girl to replace. I want to be the girl you grow up with and share the best memories with. I want to be the girl who everyone thinks you’re going to end up marrying because of how perfect we are together.
On my back, you spread your wings with confidence. Your beauty makes me proud, and I will not forget the pain I endured to have you etched on my skin. I have grown to love you very much, just as how I have come to love myself.
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”—Bob Marley, from How to Love a Woman
I admit that I have a lot of pride. Enough that sometimes when I know I went too far, I can’t seem to find my way back to apologize. I can’t seem to find a way to tell you “I want to be here” when it’s come down to “you should go.”
My fingers are numb as they touch the letter keys on this keyboard. This song—‘Breathe’—is playing for the 132nd time on my iTunes and as much as it’s lyrics are recurring, I’m not getting bored one bit. I know I should be sleeping, I know I should be getting some rest (I’m sick like a child wrapped in blankets); but I’ve learned in my Philosophy class that this is only a philosophical notion of thinking. You know you need the rest to get better, you know to be healthy you need a complete eight hours of sleep, but you don’t do it; even though you know what’s good for you, your head doesn’t heed and your heart doesn’t mind.
I don’t regret taking Introduction to Philosophy for winter semester, because thus far, I’ve learned plenty of things that have become like gasoline that only lightens the fire in my head even more. I’m thrilled to learn about paradox and theology, can truth be relative and what is the difference between scientific and philosophical morality. Such question asked is like a key forcing the extra twist to turn the old engine on.
Sometimes it worries me that my head might explode. Well, in reality, I just end up blushing because I’m flabbergasted.
I can’t say. yes/no? I feel like life is too settling at this moment, the cultivation is lacking as the system of daily chores have become too habitual. I’ll let you know when I start really living life.