Life is a bitch that will not stop having puppies.
You are constantly tested by forces that appear insurmountable.
Forces that crash into you as unrelenting wave after unrelenting wave.
A torrential downpour of letdowns, hindrances, and misfortune.
You attempt to stand with oaken composure but slowly these forces weather your resolve.
Forces amass at your gates.
You begin to contemplate paying tributes to these hordes of tribulation.
Cheating significant others.
Depleted bank accounts.
Loss of employment.
Lack of intimacy.
There is always something.
It materializes as an ever growing pile with every passing day, week, month, year.
How can one respond to such negative forces when all hope, energy, and patience appear to have been exhausted.
One day the Turkish Sultan Mehmed Iv sent the following envoy to the Zaporozhian Kozaks:
As the Sultan; son of Muhammad; brother of the Sun and Moon; grandson and viceroy of God; ruler of the kingdoms of Macedonia, Babylon, Jerusalem, Upper and Lower Egypt; emperor of emperors; sovereign of sovereigns; extraordinary knight, never defeated; steadfast guardian of the tomb of Jesus Christ; trustee chosen by God himself; the hope and comfort of Muslims; confounder and great defender of Christians—I command you, the Zaporozhian Kozaks, to submit to me voluntarily and without any resistance, and to desist from troubling me with your attacks.
His forces: massive. His will to destroy enemies: steadfast.
He appears unconquerable to numerous peoples and nations.
To the majority defiance is foolish.
The world is inherited by those considered by the masses as fools.
The Zaporozhian Kozaks respond with rebelliousness and smirk.
Thou art a turkish imp, the damned devil’s brother and friend, and a secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight art thou that cannot slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou a son of a bitch wilt not ever make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, go fuck thy mother. Thou art the Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig, Podolian villain, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, a fool before our God, a grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig’s snout, mare’s arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother! So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. Thou wilt not even be herding Christian pigs. Now we shall conclude, for we don’t know the date and don’t have a calendar; the moon’s in the sky, the year in the book, the day’s the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
Nothing can conquer a man’s spirit more so than his own doubts.
Nothing can destroy a man’s will more so than his own hesitance.
Nothing can weaken a man’s resolve more so than his willingness to concede.
We are living in glorious times.
The ways of the old guard are being questioned.
The unthinkable lifestyle of yore is now reality.
If you wish to live in regards to the old script, then yes you will find yourself suffering.
If you view your success by your job, car, or companion; you’re going to have a bad time
Forces are constantly working against you no matter what your age. If you don’t understand that you’ve become a commodity, than I implore you to take a moment and consider that fact.
However look upon this world with a smirk and do not cower.
There is now a new rule book afoot, easily attainable by your hand.
If you move back in with your parents do not treat it as a loss. See it for the investment that it can be. You have an opportunity to build something: yourself and your future in a safe haven.
If you had to sell your car because you could not afford the payments then look at bicycle as an investment in your health and inspiration to buy a motorcycle.
If you lost your job learn a new skill or develop a service or product that people seek. I will buy from you paracord shoelaces with metal aglets. I need a new beanie, sew one for me and I will pay. There are things that have fallen out of popularity, but I guarantee there is a niche market for it (Indian Clubs). Seek to become the best crafter of it and there will be profit.
This is the time to learn from those old timers that lost their job at the mill, factory, or rail yard.
Use their knowledge to create the next generation of services.
Apprentice under those that know how to repair antique clocks.
Study from the masters that are dying with knowledge not found in books.
The new millennium is upon us. It brings with it numerous opportunities to those that hustle and seek. There is nothing that can force you to be geographically static. There is nothing that will prevent you from creating products to sell to others. The barriers to the world are lower than they have been in any moment in history.
If something feels unconquerable it is because you have allowed blinders to be placed upon you.
Do not think outside the box.
There is no box.
We have been convinced that we live in a “fast paced world” and must respond in kind.
We have been sold the idea of disposable multi-knifed razors and instant coffee.
People do not have time to use a decanter for their wine, it’s pop and drink.
Microwaves over stoves.
There is a beauty to the mundane once you take the time to master the simple task.
My first introduction was when I bought a safety razor. I used to believe, like many of you, that the more blades the better. I was wrong. It is quicker, yes, but there is less of a delight.
Once I began shaving with my safety razor (I will move over to straight razor soon, do not fret) I became acquainted to a world that included different types of blades, creams, ointments, and balms. I learned the art of creating my own warm frothy cream. I revealed to myself the difference between different methods of shaving.
Most importantly I exposed an enjoyment from a simple act, shaving. It became a ritual.
Something I prepared for and looked forward to.
I became open to the art of a shave.
I am still working on mastering the craft; less nicks than when I began. Continually practice and patience as I hone my skill.
I enjoy it immensely and will not return to the world of shaving convenience.
The girls that have seen me shave have been mesmerized as I ply the craft as they lean against the door frame.
However, this does not apply to only shaving. Every supposed mundane act can be turned into a craft or art.
There are those who become French Press technicians. They measure the temperature to make sure it is between 190-205F. They hand grind the beans as the water cools from boiling. They’ve learned how to pour the water over the beans to tease out their delicious bounty.
Have you heard of preparing coffee the Vietnamese way? I would not have had I not wished to learn the art of coffee. Do you know of the Aeropress?
Immersing yourself in making an art of the mundane will inevitable open you to a world you previously were unaware of. Discovery.
In Asia the art of the tea ceremony has survived for thousands of years. They care for their tea pots and treat the leaves with reverence.
Making rice is considered an art my many cultures. Master Sushi chefs spend three years learning how to master the rice, but many of us in the world of convenience never seek for a taste beyond the instant rice. Blindness.
You may enjoy the quickness of making a Jack and Coke, but have you attempted to enjoy watching your Guinness settle or savor the taste of a properly prepared glass of Absinthe? You may drop off your clothing at a dry cleaners on your way from home, but have to attempted to discover the meditative potential of ironing your own shirts?
To become an artist of the mundane is not cheap. It requires time and a level of investment. Tools of the trade.
Many people are continually rushing from one thing to another and never learn to appreciate the mundane and the journey. It is my contention that learning to enjoy even one mundane task will provide you with the time you need to center yourself.
Put your focus into shaving your face or ironing your shirts.
Concentrate on making your cup of coffee or tea at work.
Master the process to enjoy the reward.
As obesity barrels through the Western World with the ferocity of the CSX 8888 more and more people are turning to the phrase: accept me for who I am.
I don’t accept pedophiles for who they are. I don’t accept ignorant fools for who they are.
I won’t accept the obese who give up on themselves and demand that I respect their lifestyle choices.
I recently came across a blogger who embodies the opposite of everything I believe in.
(I decided to make the link copy and paste, not because I’m worried about the “backlash” against my commentary, but to avoid the possibility of the comments being pointless. I want open honest discussion on this blog, but after a moment of thought I realized I was opening up to the possibility of dealing with rapid armchair commentators whose feelings are hurt.)
This author is overweight and has decided to show off his naked body. He claims that he is tired of being “ashamed” of his body and embraces who he is. (He’s also hairy, but I don’t care about that. Hair is masculine and its preference is individualistic, not gonna hate on that.)
BMI is one of those measurements like IQ. You can know perfectly well that it’s a bullshit metric based on a whole bunch of flawed assumptions, but you still want to know your number. And once you know it, you can’t get away from it. Mine is just over the line where “overweight” turns into “obese”. It’s hard to come out and say that, hard to admit to being one of the people our culture loves to shame and deride as weak and disgusting and horrible. But ya know what, I’ve tried the easy stuff and it hasn’t worked worth a damn, so I’m going to plan B.
The simple solutions did not work. The snake oil he was sold turned out to be a farce.
What is his solution. Does he attempt to take his own life into his hands and work hard.
Does he wake up in the morning to go running, hit the gym, eat better, walk more, take the stairs.
Nay. He goes onto plan B. Showing off his pasty body with glee.
“Look at me” he yells from his arm chair as his laptop rests upon his gut.
“This is what a real man looks like, this is what a man who is unashamed of himself sees when he gets out of the shower” he cries with quivering chins.
Some folks will say I’m not fat enough to be doing this. Others will say I’m too fat to be doing this. Both groups can feel free to go piss up a rope. I’m not doing this for them, I’m doing it for me. And maybe for you.
What a selfless hero this author is. He is showing us mortals how unenlightened we are. He is our savior that has come to free us from the shackles of self image. He is here to show us that being healthy and fit is not what we should strive for.
This self righteous scumbag is literally defecating on the hard work of all the people on www.reddit.com/r/loseit
The souls that have taken on the challenge of reclaiming their life are the ones that deserve our applause.
This man deserves nothing more than scorn for he is an attention whore who hides behind the veil of “self-confidence.”
I will shame you and the wares you peddle. You do not give people solutions, you attempt to give them a rationalization, you want to give them a way out. Dr. Kevorkian.
You sir. Quit. You sir are attempting to make yourself feel better because you are not comfortable in your skin and require others like you to sing you praise in the comments of your blog.
You want to feel better about yourself, then make yourself into the person you wish to be.
Put in the blood, sweat, and tears. Put in the hours. Put in the sacrifices.
Stop being a Quitter.
Become a success story. Like this kid:
Come at me haters.
One of the greatest behemoths that traverse on land are the elephants. They are a regal creature that embody power, strength, and grace. However they can easily be tamed. Domesticated.
I remember reading about elephants and the more I read they more I realized that they are similar to us humans. In particular one aspect of the elephants nature struck me with a ferocity: how easily they are subdued. Neutered.
When an elephant is young, trainers attach a chain or rope to their leg. This chain or rope is then attached to a peg in the ground. While the elephant is young the rope or chain is strong enough to keep the elephant attached. What is astonishing is that the same strength rope or chain will forever keep the elephant from breaking free.
How can this majestic and strong beast be subdued by a relatively flimsy rope. The answer my dear readers is simple. As a young beast, the elephant learns that the rope keeps it from breaking free. As it grows older and stronger the memory of past failures is front and center in the mind of the elephant. It no longer tries to break free because it believes that it can not. Indoctrination.
How many people do you know that are like the domesticated elephants. They have a vast amount of potential and yet previous failures keep them from breaking free of their own self imposed shackles. How many times has a painful memory kept you from attaining the greatness that is within your own being. Coulda woulda shoulda.
The past is a vicious succubus. She continually haunts your dreams and memory. She digs her claws into your psyche, all she requires is one bad experience.
One rejection and you begin to doubt your ability to sleep with a model.
One scrape and you decide that you will never be a great gymnast.
One broken nose and you fear getting hit.
One bad recital and you give up your musical aspirations.
Within you is a vast reservoir or potential that you cap due to a past that should be inconsequential. You, like the elephant find yourself to be compromised because you remember one moment that history has forgotten.
Dear reader I want you to understand something.
No one remembers the silly things you have done in the past. They only have a vague recollection which if you are so inclined you can easily modify.
No one remembers when you fell on your ass.
No one remembers when that girl rejected you at the bar.
No one remembers when you froze up in stage fright.
What people remember is what happens in the present. This is what adds to their recollection of who you are as a person.
They remember that you claim to need more beer before you can talk to the girl.
They remember that you refused to go explore an abandoned building.
They remember you flaked on an engagement.
Do not let your past hold you back. That was then, this is now. You have grown, you have learned. Now you must tear the chains that hold you to the past and explore the wondrous world before you.
Today is a new day.
The air is fresh.
The grass is green.
The girls are wearing sundresses.
A girl texted something along these lines:
Stop playing games, I know all about the waiting before text back strategy
I was not waiting to text her back. I had no strategy to text her back. I was responding to her when I got around to it.
Unlike the majority of today’s people I do not have my phone on me at all times. Many times its on the other side of the apartment or in a different room. Unplugged.
In recent years I have noticed that things that I used to consider have become second nature to me. I no longer need to study the body language of a person to know what they’re feeling or thinking, I merely glance and know. Raw processing power.
I do not choose the right words to say, they naturally come out. I look at girls I want to look at, ignore the rest. I have no ulterior motives, I merely do what I want. Freedom
I have attained a level of comfort in my environment that the majority will never attain.
Later that night I sat down and considered this revelation. When did I things that cause others social anxiety become second nature to me. Of course it is difficult to pin down, but it was all due to entering a level of detailed self-examination.
I studied myself. I discovered the traits that disgusted me. I learned what was necessary to rectify. I cured the underling causes and not merely the symptoms.
I decided that I needed to first build the foundations upon which greatness could stand. This required developing my body, mind, and spirit. My journey became a lifestyle.
I have reached the endgame of my journey to build my foundation. On to the next one.
I am now on the precipice of an open world before me. I am moving back to New York City and am shedding many obligations. I have the gift of youth, vitality, and understanding of self. I see the world for what it is, a joke that most will never understand. My smiles are never false and I am unconcerned by the haters.
It is time for me to begin examining what my next endgame will be.
Where will I be moving on from here.
What pieces are before me.
Many coast through life without distinction. They lack vision. They are content with their mediocre existence and potato chips. Societal Cannon Fodder.
You must do better than your neighbor. You must strive for greater heights than your best friend. You must always keep topping yourself.
You must take the time to vocalize what you wish from life. You must remind yourself of the challenges you will overcome. You constantly prepare and play your endgame.
What kind of life do you wish to live. Describe it with vivid detail. Plan your endgame.
If you read this blog, then you must have a wish for a life that will invoke jealousy in others. You are striving for an existence that is beyond the societal grind. You know deep in your heart that there is more to life than buying the kool-aid of the corporate life. You have seen the importance to live life while you still can and not let your best years pass you by.
The world is crumbling and you wish to rise from the rubble and survive while others are engulfed in the chaos. Checkmate.
Plan your next endgame. When you reach that juncture, plan the next endgame. Rinse, Repeat,
Let the haters continue gorging themselves into a mental, spiritual, and physical obesity.
There comes a time when you have attained a level of mental clarity that eludes the majority. Your spirit feels as if it came from the fires of Hephaestus himself. You look past your own shores for challengers. Antaeus.
Then one day you are reminded of your own fragility. The higher you rise the easier it is to tumble and perish. The higher you rise the more every stumble reminds you of what lies beneath. The higher you rise the more memorable every set back.
A few years ago I experienced the most tragic realization that can befall a young man. I was suffering from low testosterone.
I remember something was amiss when I recognized that for a number of weeks I did not wake up to slumber lumber. At first I did not think much of it, but then I noticed something else. Blood did not flow like the torrent that signifies a healthy man, nay I was embarrassed by the trickle that my body produced.
For those that have not experienced this event the fear is terrifying. One begins to wonder if it is a dietary or mental cause. You lay awake and attempt to figure out what your weakness is. Have I been over stressed? Have I had a spike in estrogen from BPAs? When was the last time I ate a steak?
What was especially concerning for me was that I was living with this debilitating condition when I was daily fighting with iron at the gym and getting knocked around in Muay Thai.
For a while I did not bring this issue up with my physician because I was rightly embarrassed. I thought that I could solve the issue with pure will and utilizing Bing. The internet claimed it was a common problem, but I wrote them off as trolls.
Eventually my social life began to suffer and I approached my doctor. She informed me that it was a common situation and that she had dealt with it a number of times. She was not sure if it was biological or psychological. She ordered tests and offered me Cialis.
I took the test, refused the Cialis. If I was to tumble down I would do it on my own volition, I would not utilize such a crutch.
The tests found that I had severely low testosterone for my age. Alpha-Male Kryptonite.
She offered me a few hints, but ultimately I understood that it would be up to me.
I went Paleo. Vegetables. Abundant Meats and Fish. Eggs. Healthy Fats.
I supplemented with Apple Cider Vinegar and Bee Pollen.
Bought a kettle-bell and started sprinting again.
Took kelp to regulate my thyroid.
Refused to wear or utilize almost any item that was not made of natural resources.
Glass containers, not plastic.
In a month the virility of youth returned. I was the God Min reborn.
My hair was strengthen and had a healthy sheen.
Skin became taut and muscles grew.
Female heads once again turned.
The blood of a smirking warrior once again flowed proudly through my being.
I remember the fear and trepidation I experienced that year ago. I remember the doubts that coursed through my mind. I embrace the feeling of weakness. I reminisce my pathetic moment.
I affirm my own fragility. I now climb to the top with greater humility.
It truly doesn’t take much to knock an eagle out of the sky.
Last night I was hanging out with my friend from the block. As we are prone to do, we ended up strolling through the neighborhood and wandering into the establishment of the local purveyor of the devil’s buttermilk. It was a relaxing evening of mostly people watching and catching up. However he did said something that brought me pause.
“I hear more goals being mentioned in one hour hanging out with you than I have all year.”
I am naturally an ambitious person and I have a list of accomplishments that I will attain. To me mentally and verbally reminding myself of what I must reap is an everyday occurrence. To me it is as normal and necessary as a diabetic taking insulin.
What caused me reflection after this statement was realizing that I have created myself a worldview where nothing can be beyond my grasp. As you dear readers well know my lifelong goal is to establish myself as an international playboy. However, to many of those that know me this phrase is no longer a lofty goal.
They hear me speak it with conviction and they can not help but believe. I am not uttering empty words, I am proclaiming a prophecy that will pass.
I do not sit on my haunches waiting for the celestial master to drop scraps into my dish. I stalk through the jungle that is life and seek out that which will be mine. Apex-Predator.
I took a small step yesterday and was fitted for my first custom suit. The tailor remarked that it was no wonder that off the rack suits look terrible on me. My build does not allow for it. This confirmed my own belief that I was not blessed to be among the masses. To the pessimist I am delusional. I am simply building a personal mythos.
I wake up each morning with happiness and with purpose. Complaints no longer poison my lips. The world is my chessboard and I am on my way towards attaining Grand Master. Your daughters may be future lovers.
You must ask yourself a simple question: where are you heading.
Where do you wish to be. Producer. Cancer researcher.
Where are you going.
If you know, do you speak with conviction or are you simply paying lip service.
Do you stand at your desk boggled by all the troubles life smothers you or do you recognize that life does not know your name, face, or dreams. Do you understand that life is indifferent to you.
Kindness and Cruelty are things that humans impart onto other humans. Life does not target you. Memento Mori.
As humans, dear readers we are made up of star dust. We are built from the remnants of celestial balls of fire, the stars. From our birth we are designed to be great; very few of us take up the call. Goes to Voicemail.
We allow the haters to corrupt our desires and trust in self. Kobayashi Maru.
Doubts naturally creep into our psyche for doubts are part of our ancestral self-preservation instincts.
You can only overcome those doubts if you know your heading. Warp Speed Mr. Sulu.
It takes a level of will power in order to bring oneself to a standard they earlier envied.
You look at those with riches with jaundiced eyes and ignore the struggles that they were forced to endure.
You stand in front of fancy cars and daydream. See beautiful girls and slobber all over the linoleum. The moment passes and your drive diminishes.
I have spent many nights pondering how to reach those of you that wish to do better, but lack the inspiration to overcome your own lethargic habits. Humanitarianism.
I believe I have come up with a potential method. Though a part of me is hesitant to release this to you my dearest readers. It is not because I fear the competition. Negligible. I fear that I may be inflating the ranks of the clique of beta. The reason I fear this is because this last ditch effort to help you reclaim your masculinity can also lead you down the path of pining for a female. Unacceptable loss.
Gatsby for those that attended American high schools was a man that found riches and popularity in order to court a female that he had hopelessly fallen in love with in his youth.
He worked to impress her, but she was sated in the arms of her alpha husband.
The Gatsby Gamble is the same principle. It goes against every tenet of “game” and “manosphere logic,” but when done correctly it is a potent elixir.
I say this because I have seen it succeed after telling a friend of the program. His success was astronomical. It was thrilling to watch his transformation. Pride.
It is also with great disappointment that I ignited a latent fore-longing in three others. Apologies.1/4 Success rate.
If you wish to take this last ditch effort to attain a better life, proceed with caution. Heed my warnings. This I urge of you.
Similar to Gatsby I want you to think of a girl that you have lusted, crushed, or even believed to have silently loved. If no such girl exists, craft her in your mind’s eye.
I want you to imagine every aspect of her.
Do not go to Facebook, remember her as your memory immortalized her. The cute laugh and her sexy dimples. Every feature of her that made it appear as if she could do no wrong.
I want you to imagine what “prince” she deserves. A girl like her deserves the best.
Now look in the mirror.
You lack everything that she would look for a man. She’s worth the best and you are nothing. You’re not fit. You’re not charming. You’re not confident. You have terrible style.
From this moment on you will make yourself better so that one day she will cross countries to stand in front of you hoping for a shot. And by then you’ve got other more pressing matters to attend to. (Thanks to Haiku for this quote. I wasn’t eloquent enough at the first writing of this post.)
On the track as you run and are thinking about quitting. Imagine her.
At the gym as you think of dropping the weights. Imagine her.
At a party as you attempt to be a wall flower. Imagine her.
Look at the mirror. Find your flaws. Work on them so that instead of an unfinished painting she finds herself looking at a masterpiece.
Do this until you have become the best man you can become. Fit. Dominant. Desirable.
The pursuit of a female offers the motivation many boys need in today’s society. However do not fall in the same trap that Gatsby did. He did everything for a female, true, but in the process became better than she deserved. He never realized that she was not a special one of a kind creature. His perception of her was his downfall.
Do not forget that lesson. Use this girl to propel you, but do not, do not, do not let her become your mission.
I promise you that at the end of your transformation you will be the jealousy of the town. You must also realize that now that you’re the best you can be you must surround yourself with the best.
Here is the crucial aspect which social media can help with. Look at her life, find her flaws. Read the stupid things she writes, experience incredulity at what a fool she is. Discover the selfishness that she has always possessed, but you were blind to. See that she is not the girl you thought she was.
Recognize that while you got fit, she aged poorly.
Realize that while you found success, she squandered her gifts.
Relish at the stares of lust you receive, she has become invisible.
I wish you luck in avoiding the pitfalls of the Gatsby Gamble.
2012 has been quite an interesting change. I am not sure what brought it upon, but once the clock hit midnight that Saturday night/Sunday morning a type of clarity came upon me.
For the longest time I was trying to top myself. Since a youngin’ I’ve been told that I was destined for greatness. Every thing I did kept reinforcing the idea in those that knew me that I was beyond average. The potential was there.
Perhaps this is what drove me towards becoming a polymath. I always wanted to have a good answer to any inquiry. I always wanted to be able to do that what the others could not.
My mission was to become as close to a demi-god as I could. Arrogance.
That night as I wandered on back home from the revelries a realization filled me. I was slowly slipping. In a few months I could be just like those I had always sought to separate myself from, the masses. Distinguished.
I do not have a problem with the lives of the majority.
However I wish to live and leave a biography rather than an small obituary.
The question was how to get off the interstate and onto the country road.
My first solution was simple, I decided to grow out my hair. When I had a glorious mane I was at my creative peak. I saw the world in a surreal way. I felt that life was a great big joke and I was the only one that understood the punchline. Prankster.
The second solution came from my dear brother. I deleted my Facebook. It has been one of the most important decisions in my youth. Once I complete my thesis this April, I will replace my smart phone with a simple flip phone. Disengage.
I have also decided to move back to Queens, the place that inspires me the most. I did not realize until last year how miserable DC has made me. Every time I enter the city I felt as if every ounce of my creativity and joy was smothered out of me. Suffocation.
Last night as I was coming back from class I came upon a realization. I have no primary sources of my life besides this blog. For the greater part of my life I have been trying to leave behind a biography, but have left no resources for my own biographers. Audacity.
Thus my next project is to purchase a leather bound notebook (I’m flashy) to record my thoughts and emotive experiences. I have also decided to start writing letters to a select few. Hopefully they will keep them safe. Every biography builds off a partial autobiography. Perspicacity.
I have always made it a policy of mine to never plan ahead. I am not sure where I will be come May 1st. Perhaps I’ll be in Poland for a month visiting family. It’s possible I find myself in Ukraine reconnecting with my heritage. It’s feasible that I may have a job and I begin building myself a financial cushion to pursue a number of projects that I have sketched out. Uncertainty.
All I know is that ars longa, vita brevis.
When throwing a party there is a level of trepidation. You have procured the necessity party favors and you wait for your guests to arrive.
You get your closest friends to show up early to build up the aura of the party and you begin small drinking games. However, as the party host anxiousness gnaws at the cockels of your heart.
You begin to consider which ones will remember the invitation and which will ignore. You wonder if the alcohol will dry up or if in the morn you are left with an abundance.
Anyone that has thrown a party knows the feeling of dread as the clock ticks closer to the starting time. Anyone that has thrown a party also knows of the relief when a party is successful in full swing. Banger.
Every party host knows the sincere gratitude they give to the first that arrive.
I make it a personal mission to fulfill as many invitations from friends I receive as I am allowed. I know it means the world to them for me to show my support.
I am proud to say that a majority of my friends are pursuing their dreams with the thirst and hunger of Lazarus.
They wake in the morning with mission in mind. Yet, at moments they deal with second guessing themselves and their choices.
They are circled by closeted haters who drop seemingly innocent words that breed doubt and dread. Those that offer a good word rarely offer any true action.
I have survived people attempting to crush my spirit. I have fought against those that wished to bind me to mediocrity. I have picked up my dreams and dusted them off after the masses have trampled them.
I know the pain of having people give encouragement that at the core are disposable syllables. I know how terrible they can be. They give you an inspirational high, but when they fade the fall to the dredges of doubt make it hard to pick oneself up.
You are only as strong as those your surround yourself with. Your creativity and will is supplemented by those you call friends. Your potential rises as the potentials of your closest allies rises.
It is because of this that I do everything in my power to support those around me. I know that the more success they accumulate the more they make me willing to overcome my own shortcomings.
My friend Devotia Moore is training to run the Women’s 800 in the Olympics. The challenges she faces are great. One misstep or Lord forgive an injury and her dreams could be dashed.
Yet, she wakes every morning pushing herself. Her dream is within her grasp and she knows this. I will help her in any way I can because her success inspires me. No matter the outcome she ran after her dream.
She took a chance that 99.9% of the world will never have. She displays bravery in the face of the uncertain and that makes me grow to personally be stronger.
My boy Hannibal King is working towards becoming a fanous producer. He has embarked on one of the most difficult roads of life, seeking recognition for the beauty he creates. I know from talking to him that the road has been difficult. I know that he struggled with finding his voice.
He is slowly paying his dues and becoming known. His beats are becoming recognizable as underground NYC rappers start calling him up.
It took my boy a while before people starting recognizing the beauty he has cultivated. He reminds me that success takes many tolls. Only those that can pay them make their way through.
In a previous post Drop the Weight I mention the importance of getting ride of those toxic friendships that ruin you.
I’m here to also remind you that there are those friendships you must support for you make yourself stronger by making them stronger. Always be there for your friends that are making something of themselves. Chain link.
P.S. I have a number of friends that I would love to talk about and how they inspire me, but Devotia and Hannibal are the only ones with a public presence so I don’t feel as if I cross a line.