Come on over to my town and I guarantee we’ll have a ball. There’s nothing I won’t do. From sports to outdoor activities and back inside where we jump on monopoly or King-Queen prodigies. After the fun and games, I always make sure I put in time with my community. I might help cater a luncheon at my church, or participate in cleaning up the streets of Philly. But whatever it is that I do, fun or serious, I always make time for my family. Still, I can’t forget what quickens me. My Soul is arrested everytime my pride go one-on-one with thee capitol orange ‘B,’ because I am a Dad by trade, but a blogger intravenously (profound).
If you’ve ever gotten to know me, you’ll say I’m someone who is extremely humble and at peace. I hold value of social manners in everyday settings to heart. I use ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ when conversing as frequent as American society use a fork and spoon when eating. I was raised in lower middle class. That means my parents never made enough money to be considered living a lavish lifestyle, but I never suffered the dilemma of ‘not having.’ I lived next door, around the corner, and in the mix of the ghetto. I witnessed members of the poor community everyday. How they eat, how they sleep, and how they interacted emergently. I was always empathetic. If I didn’t know what was going on behind the scenes of your life, I consistently made efforts to discover the unknown until it lined up perfectly, revealing itself with primitive expertise.
My father was present in my childhood, but alcohol abuse kept him off the radar of role model. I searched and searched for guidance and found it in spiritual practices. I have came a long way from faith practices to truth seeking insights. Christianity to enlightenment. I am more obsessed with the truth. I’m learning to drop unhealthy obsession and just be. Everything I was before my spiritual journey is who I would like to introduce to me now, with Zen inspired history.
Everyday I remain open. Soon, I’ll hear something that I can store away in tactical memory. I am beating my road blocks one street at a time. I am putting huge amounts of trust into my own abilities to achieve each goal I set. We live in a country of freedom. That means change can never come too late for us. We all have to start somewhere. And if you’re reading this, maybe you’ll continue to read my blogs, and we’ll grow together.
“My ID says Rob. Some numbers, letters displayed, And a photo with a pure face.” Still, he stalled the verification stage. “‘Blackout-me’ gives rise to unexpected deja vu. Somewhere my past goes to be forgotten, And trauma cannot make the decision to find it. Or history must not be granting permission. Tinted windows and loud […]
My talent, is my opinions For you to really read and not scan Like a facebook scrolling session. Just be patient while my wallet evolves From a fossil to purchasing fossil. Then I’ll buy you what’s hot, But I refuse to trap. And get money off the block, like Tyrone. Although I’m black, ethnically, I’m […]
She asked me, “Do you drive?” I told her, “my Liver’s inflated” Then she did a turn from the Grudge, And said, “I don’t recognize the coorelation,” I said, ” I work hard, does that disappoint you?” Her top lip peeled back, Then her eyes went from east to west, Wondering how I went from […]
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The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.Walt Disney
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.J. K. Rowling
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.Dr. Seuss