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The Test Of Time

“The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.” God. 

I am deeply saddened by the extreme violence that is going on throughout the world. To me, it is baffling how people can do such atrocious things, but then again it’s not. 

clock time photoWe live in a very diverse world where each society celebrates a different norm. All people in the world have a different mindset. You cannot compare the people of India with the people of the United States for example. One nation seems docile while the other is aggressive, that is at least my interpretation. The United States is one of the few countries in the world where soccer isn’t the most popular sport. I’m not sure if there is another country besides the U.S.A. which doesn’t have soccer as the number one sport. In its place, we could select football, baseball or basketball. The choice tells a lot about an individual.

My mother used to describe football as bumps on the log hitting each other. She would never let me play organized football on the high school team or as a youth. Ironically I devoted many hours playing tackle football in the great fields behind the elementary school. We never used pads and it was far more dangerous than the organized version. My mother also didn’t give me a middle name in hopes that somehow it would make it harder for me to get drafted. My mom had a certain kind of mindset.

When we were children I grew up in an affluent section of town that the children in other parts named ‘snob hill’. Everybody knew where I lived because the bus picked me up every morning. The neighborhood was full of vile and nasty children. One group was from the Dutch Reformed Church. There was this nasty apple tree that grew on the borderline of our house and our neighbor’s. The Dutch children would boldly proclaim that the apple tree belonged to them. The apple tree in and of itself was totally useless. The apples were foul and weren’t good for eating at all. However, they served quite nicely as projectiles as my brother and I would hurl them at the Dutch children and they at us.

In my youth, I was exposed to more than my share of bullies and mockers. Bullies by nature are cowards and they picked on me as I was much smaller and younger. There was the foul mouth young boy on the bus that used to curse nonstop. One day I turned around and punched him in the mouth. He lip got busted up and blood spilled out. One of the other children remarked how tough I was and the foul-mouthed boy said a blood lip proved nothing. Later on, we suspect this same person calling up and making prank calls of an obscene nature. This was before technology was sophisticated and it was hard to trace a call. Much later on, I met the same person’s mother in group therapy. The young man was mentally and had violated the law. He showed up to his probation meetings drunk when alcohol consumption was a violation of his parole.

Everybody has their history and everybody has their own personal story to tell. What I find today most horrendous is the disrespect that people have for their fellow human beings. At some time when growing up as a child, I recognized that other people were just like me. They had feelings and dreams, and faults and most importantly they didn’t see the world in the exact same way that I saw it. But that was okay as long as they didn’t violate anybody else’s space. I found a live and let live attitude.

I posted on my Facebook page, “It’s time to admit that every single politician, republican and democrat cares zero about you.” Somebody from my college days replied with this comment. “Fair enough…I don’t give a shit about anybody except my immediate family” I almost responded with “It showed,” but I stopped.

Life is a long an arduous journey for most. Some die young and tragically. Some suffer from horrid environments or diseases. Yet in the process, we need to grow and mature. We must let go of the past in forgiveness but hold tight to the lessons that we learned. Life is a journey and sadly some people wind up exactly where they began.

When I was young I was an absolute fool. I believed what I was taught without questioning it. Now I reject everything I am told and analyze everything with healthy skepticism. My classmates went from understanding the value of life and then turned into the parents they were rebelling against. They have been swallowed up by the monotony of the ordeal, slaves to the system. It is a sad thing to witness.

So what about you? How do you fare in the test of time?

Read my story in overcoming my bipolar in my memoirs “More Than The Madness”

The Test Of Time

John Kaniecki

John Kaniecki is a full-time caregiver for his wife Sylvia. He is a published writer and works with the Church of Christ. John has lived with bipolar for over thirty years and has been hospitalized nine times, three of which were committed. John has chronicled his life story in his memoirs "More Than The Madness". Also of note is John's book of poetry "Murmurings Of A Mad Man" which are poems written about being committed in Graystone Psychiatric Hospital. John believes in the power of words to change the world for the better. His website can be seen here. His books can be seen on Amazon. You can visit his personal blog "Turn A Page Or Two" here.

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Kaniecki, J. (2019). The Test Of Time. Psych Central. Retrieved on September 18, 2020, from


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