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Discretion (Keep It To Yourself)

Hey Team Boogie! I hope all is well, and that you're doing big things. January is FLYING by, so please take advantage of every waking moment. We must enjoy the time God allows us to be here.

Today I wanted to speak on a word that I've become quite familiar with the past few years. The word is "discretion". Depending on who you ask, discretion can take on a number of meanings. Merriam-Webster described it as:

 "the quality of having or showing discernment or good judgment; ability to make responsible decisions; a individual choice; or the result of separating or distinguishing." 


At times though, it appears that we create and follow our own definition of discretion, classifying it as simply being quiet or not speaking out. This definition has become the standard of living for our generation, more specifically our people. As a youth, you are taught such lessons as, "Boys don't cry", "Don't be a tattle-tale", and "Mind your own business". While each of these sayings are lined with positive lessons, without nurturing and development these phrases can actually breathe stagnancy or regression into our lungs. 


"Boys don't cry" becomes "Failure to communicate". "Don't be a tattle-tale" resurfaces as turning your back to crime", and "Mind your own business" now stands as the foundation of watching bad kids act a fool. The area of life that suffers the most from discretion is friendships/relationships. We hide our feelings, good or bad, to protect ourselves from being hurt. The irony of it is truly incredible; when talking to the person we care for the most, we sneak the words "I love you" into conversations. I have difficulty telling my father I love him, because I have been conditioned to believe that men don't express their feelings to anyone, let alone another man. No that's blasphemous. What? Such foolishness. 


I propose that we use discretion in a different manner. Can we practice discretion about our sexual conquests? How about being discreet about every thing that bothers us? If not those, let's be careful in the way use our words to hurt people; we don't hold back at ALL with that one. A brother will disrespect you with the quickness nowadays. Women have no issues telling you how bad or corny they think you are. It has grown to the point that innocent people are now dying because people HAVE to show everyone what they feel.  People have various opinions over homosexuality, but the use of discretion towards those feelings may have saved a Rutgers student from committing suicide. Our political alignments are important to us individually, but must we express them to the point where it leads to shooting innocent bystanders? To what extent will speaking our mind go to? Am I going to get shot for liking Cinnamon Toast Crunch over Cheerios? It has to end, hopefully in a discreet manner.



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