I am from the parents that I can only attempt to describe with the in-descriptive word of perfect. That is, as close as a pairing of people can get in mortal form. I mean it, though. They set things up in a way which would teach, but not tell. Where autonomy was valued over a rulebook. Where resources were in-reach, but required still some movement, on my end. Within reason, decisions were mine, as long as responsibility was as well. Love was showered, but they also had the towel to dry with, when it was time to turn off the faucet for a bit. I was an only child: one-of-one. But with this said, I was not the center of attention, kindness was. Everything started there, and ended even closer. When we climbed as a unit, roots were never lost, but rather brought to the new heights which became our home. This is to say, that while we changed, we stayed true to the self which had made our realm’s exist. Again, this is the parental doing, not mine, but yet I was able to feel the results. From that, I have had unselfishness sincerely pushed into my being, and again, I owe insurmountably for that energy. Life has always been about being on a journey one might refer to as alone, together. Again, this comes from my lack of biological counterparts, but heightened amount of influential conversation. At recess, I stood besides the teachers, and listened. It was what I wanted to do. At home, I played with the masses in the neighborhood, from literal sun up, until sun-down. But in the gaps I played alone. Which, was different. I manufactured the stories, I was charged with the personality all characters, and I decided where their fate would lie. Creation with meaning, was in my blood, because it had to be. Balance of thought, was the unsaid, and unknown thesis. Vulnerability was waiting beneath the surface, knowing, that it would be found. But, I do not think it had the slightest idea, of what it was getting itself into.
It’s important to look into a connecting truth here, before we continue. I just dove head first into the gratitude that I have for my childhood. How I owe my parents the world for the situation they fostered, and the action that they consistently took. Parallel with that gratitude, is a perspective that realizes that I truthfully won the lottery. Perspective is everything, and empathy is the foundation of progress. Period. To communicate we need to acknowledge that difference is inevitable, and totally out of our control, but the way in which we act with this reality, is within our decision. By realizing who we are, and where we stand, we can assess our contextual relationship with life. We know limitation, and we know privilege. A good life, is not about division by what is out of our control, but rather by the unity that we create with what is in our control. This is neither selfish, or selfless. This is leaning to no side, of any binary isle that exists, other than the one that separates the right from wrong. It is simply right. WIth empathetical action we leave behind the shame of what is, and the hardship of what isn’t, because we fill each others gaps. When we are born, we do not know how to walk, to eat proper, or to speak. We very literally need others to survive, because we have limitations, and our life is needed to them, because the newborn provides continuity of what is. On the other end of the spectrum, as we creep, or zoom to the finish line of death, we need those who we built up, to let us down gently.
That seems like a long intro for a section titled, where am I going? I know.
I lay it out in such a way to illustrate the value that story has. The value, that More Than A Word has, and the reason that I will sail this ship to the end of the earth. I don’t know what everything is going to look like. I do not know what all I will do, and what I won’t. In life, there really are no plans. There is only love, passion, and purpose, and the adaptation of the prior three. What I do know, is that meaning, will be my compass. Personalized meaning, that I have reached through a long, communicative process with all that my being is, and just as importantly, what it isn’t. I committed myself to the learning of self, combined with the conversation of this great life form that is humanity. I call it: tunnel vision, with an open mind. If you read the page on More Than A Word’s purpose, you saw the ‘steps’. You saw ‘vulnerability’ to ‘self-awareness’ to ‘purpose’ to ‘action’. Thats the foundation of every single thing that I do. It’s the process that I learned through, unintentionally throughout the last five years of my life. I committed to some moments, and stumbled upon others, but ultimately, I realized the sheer truth of the cycle I was, and still am winding through.
The greatest beauty of the process, is that, unlike some others, it is claiming no absolute secret to life. It isn’t a ten-step process. It isn’t a track to anything. Well, that last part is a lie, partially. It, is a transcendence into you. Sure, it reads as a four-word process, but these words are rather large, encompassing ideas. The contents within, thats on you. I just hope to play a role in provoking the you that already exists. I will believe in you, regardless. That’s my commitment, and I swear upon it. If you’ve given up on all, I will make it my mission to change your definition from all to some. Then, I want to watch you, cheering loud as hell from the sideline, as you lean into the some thats infused with your life. I’ll then be a season-ticket holder to the you show, until it becomes your life.
To summarize, I don’t know where I am going. The only thing that I know for certain, is that I do not know. Uncertainty is cool, and it’s true. But while I don’t know where, I do know how. I will live in the vulnerable mind, and take the purposeful-path, to meaningful action. I promise you that.
More literally, I am a current freshman at Arizona State University, by way of Columbus, Ohio. I started More Than A Word back in 2017, as just a podcast. Now, I stay pretty busy running this full time, pursuing a double major in Entrepreneurship and Journalism, and obsessing over Columbus Crew SC of Major League Soccer.
More Than A Word, is the manifestation of my transcendence into self. It is, my meaningful action.
That’s all you need to know about me for now. The more important thing, is you. That’s why this site, and all its various contents exist.
As always, I appreciate your time. Have the best day!