Honor, what is it? So few actually
speak of it any longer. It is a word all but forgotten in our times.
I can never remember a time when Honor was the most important thing.
That to be honorable was to be something greater than any other. That
to lose your honor was a fate worse than death itself. Sure, there
are places where Honor is still spoken of. The Christian Bible
commands you to “Honor thy father and thy Mother.” The Army
commands it's soldier follow the values set forth by the Army, one of
which is Honor. We must Honor agreements. Show honor to those who
have achieved great things. We must always show honor, but does
anyone actually understand Honor?
For the longest time I have planned to
honor many people. I honor those who have come before me. Those great
men and women, over 1.3 million, who have died to defend this country
in its many wars. I have honored the past, learning from it, remember
the wrongs that I have and others have made so as to hopefully avoid
a recurrence of the wrongs that have been done. I show honor to those
who have done great things by giving them the respect they deserve.
Though, does that mean I truly understand what Honor is? Would I
fight for it? Die for it? Live by it? I don't know.
I try to understand many things in this
world. Some of them, are simply beyond my grasp, some things, we are
not meant to understand and that is simply how it is to be. Though...
This forgotten word. Honor. That is something I wish to understand.
One of the hardest words to define, ask any person what their
definition of honor is, most will take a long moment to think, and
most will just spew out a text book answer they know. Heck, I cannot
even think of a definition of Honor without grasping at what I know
has been written in dictionaries.
To me, honor is a forgotten word with a
forgotten meaning. You cannot simply give it a meaning, you must live
it. You must understand what honor is in order to define it. For
someone as myself who has barely begun to live his life, who has not
ever seen someone who he feels is an honorable person, I cannot begin
to understand what it is and what it means. I can grasp at straws, I
can give corroborating definitions that someone who lives honorably
does so with integrity, duty and respect. Maybe that is all Honor is,
to live with the integrity to do the right thing, to perform your
duty and to live respectfully. Perhaps it it the combination of those
things and many more that make up Honor. Maybe it isn't. I don't
know.
What I do know is this. That there was
a time when Honor was all that mattered to people. Not money. Not
love. Not sex. Not what their status was. All that mattered was that
they lived every day with honor. That they had the discipline to do
the right thing and to perfect whatever it was that they were doing
in their lives. That no matter what happened, they would keep doing
what they were meant to do and respect those around them. Again,
maybe that is all Honor ever really was. Integrity, Duty and Respect.
Maybe it was more... the world may never know as the world now may
never truly care about honor.
This is my writing, and this is my
soul.
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