This
past week has been quite eventful and we don't need to get too deep and dwell on all the details, but I been thinking about this post over the past
few days and I think it's time to go ahead and do it so...
Recently,
I been listening to a song a lot – Ironic by Alanis Morissette –
and I find that whenever I’m listening to something so much there's
a message hidden somewhere in it that I need to take heed of and
usually I always think that message is hidden in a complex sentence
or just a clever wordplay but this time it was just something simple
- “life has a funny way of sneaking up on you and life has a funny
funny way of helping you out”. I wrote about two months' worth of
posts for y'all and I was honestly looking forward to posting them in
the upcoming months because I thought the messages they were going to
deliver was so influential, daring, eye-opening and very different
from some of the stuff y'all have been fed already but hmmm.... Last
week I saw that you can learn the saddest things from a nice sentence
or a small act of kindness and it showed me I have a lot to work
on as an individual and that's what led me to this very post folks.
I
feel like at some point in life a lot us were given a bubble to live
in and this bubble is safe but it's seems so claustrophobic at times
but it's yours, you know, and that makes all the difference. Anyways,
you have these moments where you look out at the world and you see so
much happening and you just want to join everybody and so you pop
your bubble. The thing is later down the line you recognize that
there was a reason you were given that bubble you know and you
underestimated how much your capable of achieving on your own from
that place. Does that sound stupid? The main thing is folks when I
started this blog, my main goal was to inspire one soul and to be
honest I think I inspired the one person I didn't even recognize
needed inspiring and that's all I can say.
I
wrote something last week for myself and it reminded me of that
person I once was and I looked around and I thought how did I get
here; how did I become someone that became interested in pleasing
everyone but himself; how did I end up surrounded by these four
walls of contentment when I knew all along it could never be home; and most of all, how did writing become something I felt I had to do rather than something I actually enjoy. I
was reading the post I posted 2 or 3 weeks ago “free fall and
resurrect” and I realized I was never the type to be fazed by
regression and I think it's my time to regress, free fall and
resurrect (as silly as that sounds) and so folk I decided it's time
to step away from this.
Growing
up, one of my schools had this motto “only your best is good
enough” and I want you to keep that in mind because if
someone is not pleased with your best then they'll probably never be
pleased with anything you do – do your best and be happy with it
but try not to settle for contentment because its pleasant feeling
only last so long. Believe in yourself, know your worth and what you
want out of life and then go for it, like my mom always says “do
what you gotta do”.
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