Thursday, August 11, 2011

Rethinking Our Ethics


This afternoon I had an interesting experience that involved my actions in a time of action. I was on my way to pick up my friend, Deborah, at her house. As, I got off the van and headed over to the stairs to knock on her door, I hesitated when I saw a struggling middle aged woman wearing a backpack trying to lift a red suitcase with her, while systematically attempting to bring up a bucket too that she had left on the second step.

When she saw me she was jilted back with surprise. Seeing as it was going to take her long to do all this, she got down from the first step, and let me through so that I may get to my destination on time. Not really taking mine and her actions into consideration, I thanked her kindly, and ran up the stairs to get Deborah.

After Deborah finally stepped outside her door, we were heading back down the open aired hallway of her apartment complex, when I saw the woman finish her journey up the stairs. She didn't look necessarily tired out or exhausted, but she did have a satisfied face when she realized her hassle with the stairs was over. She breathed, got her key out of her pocket, opened the door to the first apartment and disappeared along with her items.

It wasn't until I got back to the van that I consciously took in what had just happened, when my observing little brother yelled out, "Ivan! You are so rude! Why didn't you help that old lady!"

Really, Why didn't I? How is it that on a Sunday, I could have the courage to get up on pulpit and exhort all my brethren at church to be a good Samaritan, to do unto the least of these, to love thy neighbor? What happens when I don't follow my own advice in a time when I should follow it most?
James from the Bible is famous for stating that faith without works is dead. In other words, It is pointless to be a religious or an ethical person if our actions don't match up to our ideals. As, I've been dwelling more into philosophy this week, I found a movie on netflix called An Examined Life. The whole purpose of the movie is to get off the orthodox method of studying philosophy through complex texts, by instead visually demonstrating concepts. Philosophers, mainly professors, are filmed doing simple actions such as walking or taking boat ride, while they talk about their views on philosophy (it's importance, study, experience, practical application, etc) By far it was probably one of the most boring movies I have ever watched, I'm not going to lie, but there was a scene that really stood out for me. The philosopher that was walking down Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, starting talking about ethics. He said that in order to give purpose to our lives, it is necessary that we center our efforts around helping humanity. Because let's face it, like Siddhartha Gautama said, "All life is suffering." Then is it not our responsibility to help mankind, not because we are obligated to, but because as Christians, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Blacks, Whites, Latinos, Straights, Gays, Men, Women and Humans of this world we have a heart that recognizes the vulnerability of our existing condition.

But it is not just preaching that that our love and charity for each other will give is purpose. It is actually making the efforts to demonstrate it through our daily actions and interactions with people, both familiar and strange. When it comes to the woman, what I did was wrong. It was unethical. I wasn't trying to harm anyone, but like the philosopher from An Examined Life continued to say, if we as human beings aren't anxiously waiting or seeking opportunities to help each other, and a moment without lending a hand or thinking of a way to better the world doesn't worry us, then we aren't living to our full potential and purpose.
I really am making it sound more complicated than it needs to be (hence, you notice the influence of philosophy in me) but really what I'm trying to say is that when we live our average lives, if we see someone in need, even if it's the dumbest little thing or something they can do by themselves, we should try to offer our aid, because doing that is what's going to truly make us better people in a better world.

And as Mormon Scripture quotes "by small and simple things are great things brought to pass." -Alma 37:6

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Young Love



It's interesting to realize how shocking it is to be so young yet feel so old. This happened to me today while I was on a double-date with my immaculate little brother. We went to the dollar theater to watch the oh so predictable thriller, the Roommate. Because the theater was nearly empty due to the fact that it was Monday, and I wanted nothing more than to have a whole row to be alone with my girlfriend, Deborah, the kids sat a couple seats ahead of us. After countless minutes of watching an obsessed mental lesbian throwing cats into a drying machine, i observed that my brothers head was tilted. An immediate lighting bold of shock struck me. It could only mean one thing.
Yes...

they were cuddling.

The turds! I mean, i know my brother has had "girlfriends" in the past. But what does that even mean? Those were elementary school sweetheart, and well, this is a high school sweetheart. There's a difference. I just know there is... Besides, he's never really been the ladies' man. Of course he's had an admirer here and there, but it's always been my job to have the messed up relationships. Now he's old enough to date(at least by my standards). And that's probably what left me blown away. The small stubborn child that used to torture panicking fire ants by unmercifully dipping them in water and freezing them overnight right next to the blue otter pops was no longer there. Instead, I saw a growing young man. He's going through high school and life. I'm witnessing him dealing with the same situations i did when i was his age whether it's school work, friends, sports teams, or dating. It's like watching a movie all over again. The only difference is that it's his movie this time.

Now all i gotta do is get myself some buttered popcorn, sit back, and enjoy as i watch this slap stick comedy of an awkwardly nice jock that meets an awkwardly nice girl...

Thursday, April 7, 2011

My Heart Weeps

It's so sad to belong to a country that doesn't want you. To base your dreams and your hopes on a land that rejects you. To aspire great things for a nation that is blind to your patriotism. Here i live in the United States of America: the land of the free and the home of the brave. Yet, i have been robbed. My identity as a human being has been stolen and I am not allowed to be the American i grew up to be.
My roots grew from the fertile Pampas near the coast the River Plate, but my branches have stretched high to where the Eagle soars and the Spangled Banner drapes over the sky.

I don't have a piece of paper to prove anything or a document to claim my rights. I only have my soul, to say:

I am an American. And I love my country.


Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Out of patience

Spring Break where are you?