“Where’s the fun in forever Swimmin’ in a sea of time If we only knew beginning No end in sight”
~ Miguel, Where’s the fun in forever (Kaleidoscope dream)
In the wake of vicious fire storms, speedy maelstroms and continent cracking earthquakes, I have survived. I swear people went a little daft with the end of the world scenarios. ’What if’s’ and ‘what will’s’. I poke fun at the prediction myself because I’ve lived through two such doomsday scenarios already and “we’re still here” (Morpheus voice). Seriously, the most frightening thing I’ve ever experienced was 9/11. That feeling that you absolutely don’t know what will happen next? My question to you is, “where’s the fun in forever anyway?”
The reason our lives mean so much is because there’s an expiry date. Beginning, middle and end. I’ve watched countless films and television shows with the sage character that lives forever. This individual sees it all, knows everything, but has to watch all of their closest friends and family die. That doesn’t sound like much of a life to me.
Aftermath
When I heard people fretting about 21.12.2012, I asked myself, “have I lived it right”? The answer is emphatically “yes”, I continue to ride these wheels until they go bald. Are you living it right? I have a good friend who hates where he works, finds it difficult to crack a smile and overall has a miserable demeanour. Great dude, would kill for a friend, but just doesn’t get it. Life is what you make it. There’s always room for improvement, but the fact that you take the necessary steps toward your final outcome is important issue. Anything worth building should take more than a day. That includes yourself.
“Where’s the fun in forever?”
Live each day, proudly, like it’s your last and you’ll have no reason to fret about anything this life has to offer.
The reason that they say I’m nothin’ what they seen or heard’s
The same reason Will Smith always opposite Latino girls
They only see you how they wanna see you
‘Til you make them see you in some other way
I’m trippin’ off the other day
Cause God knows what these white kids sayin’
Dude you’re not not racist cause The Wire’s in your Netflix cue
Subtle racism
It’s hard to pin it cause you’d only understand
If you were me for just a minute
This one kid said somethin’ that was really bad
He said I wasn’t really black because I had a dad
I think that’s kinda sad
Mostly cause a lot of black kids think they should agree with that
If you’re a father, you should stick around if you could
Cause even if you’re bad at it, you get Tiger Woods
MJ
We warriors, we all need senseis
Change everything that we’ve done so far
I don’t mean makin’ B.E.T. T.E.R
I mean just the way that we see each other
I won’t stop until they say, “James Franco is the white Donald Glover”
Yeah, these niggas wanted Cookie but instead I gave ‘em Loch Ness
Sick Boi for life, my swag is in a hospice
Aimin’ for the throne, Jay and Ye said to watch that
They ask me what I’m doin’, I say I’m stealin’ rock back
Nigga
~ Childish Gambino, Hold you down (Camp)
When I was young, people used to mention the fact that I’m white. This, to a black person is irritating and I’ve treaded on this topic before. It speaks to multi layers of racism which annoys the crap out of me. As a child, I would over compensate and in my fourteenth year almost saw me jumped twice. The reason this resurfaces today is based on a friend’s comment last weekend. I handled it with the quiet reflection I handle most issues concerning foolishness. Long of the short, he used a Jamaican reference and I deciphered the meaning for someone not in the know. He jabbered about this being the first time a white person was able to understand that and looks at me. This quip mean nothing to most individuals, but for black man in suburbia this is a common occurrence. I don’t know if it’s the constant inundating of “authentic” black figures on television and in music, but this is common thread I’ve heard for most of my life.
It’s like you have to use slang, wear baggy clothes, bear children out of wedlock to be considered an “authentic” african american or whatever politically correct term they use now. This comment did bother me and still affects my mood two days later, I’m above educating people.
This whole situation reminded me of a Star Trek episode I watched with my father.
This Star Trek: The Original Series episode’s plot shows the stupidity of segregation and racism. The Enterprise encounters two humanoids who are black on half their body and white on the other (as shown in the image). The crew cannot figure out, at first, why these two men hate each other over “racial issues” when as far as the crew can tell, the men are exactly the same. One of the men looks perplexed that the difference cannot be seen, for it is clear to him that he “black on the right and white on the left” while his “different-raced” enemy is “white on the right and black on the left.” (Heath C. Ice)
I don’t believe my friend is a racist, I do believe he’s ignorant which is a stigma he’ll have to extinguish on his own. For me, I don’t want to dwell on this too much further because it’s buffoonery. In conclusion, let me just end it with this, because I sport fashionable clothing, read GQ and derive enjoyment out of suiting up doesn’t make me gay. The fact that I’m extremely energetic, speak correctly, enjoy drinking wine and beer, instead of using slang and guzzling malt liquor doesn’t make me white. All of these characteristics make me human, no different from anybody else. I, like most individuals are conditioned by the environment they’re surrounded with. I don’t tote guns and womanize because that’s not what I’ve been raised around. Thinking isn’t a prerequisite to speech, but it should be.
“But everybody thinks That everybody knows About everybody else Now now now nobody knows Anything about themselves Cause their all worried about everybody else yea”
~ Jack Johnson, Wasting Time
Okay, here’s a couple things to think about. What do you stand for? Who are you and how will you be remembered? It’s not mandatory to have a philosophy for life, but it definitely helps. I believe in a couple, in no particular order…save for number 1.
1) Think positively…all the time!!
2) Love entirely
3) Treat your mind & body correctly and it’ll do right by you in old age.
4) Learn something new everyday
5) You have two eyes, two ears and one mouth, therefore, listen and watch more than you speak
6) Life is to spent, not saved
7) Be absolutely comfortable in your own skin. Why try to fit in, when you’re a standout
8) Accept responsibility. Forget excuses.
This list isn’t everything, but it definitely is the building blocks. I wrote something last year, December 7th, about meeting a couple, not exchanging information and reconnecting a year later. The date came and went, unfortunately Frank couldn’t make it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t timid to see him again. Last year was a glorious time, full of excitement and boundless possibilities. While this year has been fun and I’ve gained a lot of life experience, I still feel like I’m not doing things correctly.
Life’s Philosophy
My venture isn’t to sit, but to move and be around new people. Always pushing the envelope and aspiring to new levels. Being thirty with no wife, girlfriend or kids is the optimal time to explore your inner beliefs. Some would call it a rut, but I don’t believe in that. I think I may have become complacent, so, in times like these, I retrace my steps. In an effort to propel myself forward, I read, write, reason and centre. If you’re doing your research in the wrong library, the only logical thing to do would be to search for the right place.
I watch the people I love around me questioning themselves and worrying tirelessly about their futures. It’s a bloody damper. I’m not exempt from these same musings, but I do it internally and tinker with the formula constantly to find the right balance. I quiver when I see them lamenting about things that went wrong. So, what’s the answer? Why aren’t people asking themselves this more often?
As a person with a healthy fear of success (something I’ve never admitted publicly), I still find the courage to delineate where my objectives meet my planning. I set goals and try my damnedest to secure them, if I fail, I think of some other way to clutch them. What this all boils down to is, what do you believe? What is the philosophy that governs your years, days and minutes? Most people don’t even know what they want for dinner, much less what they want for their life. While I have an overview, which changes constantly, the important thing is that I still have that blueprint. When things are detrimental to my success, I expunge them. I have no problem cutting my losses on negative aspects of my personality and you shouldn’t either. If you feel you’re gaining a spare tire around your stomach, do one of two things – exercise or live with it. If your relationship isn’t working – cut the cord or suffer, Al Bundy style. If you hate your job, don’t bitch, do something about it. There’s always choices, that’s why I’m vehemently against suicide. Stand for something or fall for anything.
I challenge you, find what your life philosophy is and abide by it. Don’t spend your time lollygagging because any moment could be your last. A girl I know said she liked the way I involved everyone, instead of intimating people. That is one of the highest compliments a person can bestow upon anyone. To be the person people want to be around is amazing. It doesn’t always work this way because I speak my mind frequently and it doesn’t always mesh with what others believe. That’s an occupational hazard though.
In conclusion, know this last tidbit of information. Being rich doesn’t equate to happiness. Working for the weekend may be your reality, but it makes you an automaton. If you resist trying new things, you’ll always be missing the opportunity to love something new.
This video is from one of my favourite bloggers who has a similar theory on life and actually sparked the inception for this blog. Look it up, ooamerica. Enjoy, peace and love.
What’s your life philosophy?
9 Dec“But everybody thinks
That everybody knows
About everybody else
Now now now nobody knows
Anything about themselves
Cause their all worried about everybody else yea”
~ Jack Johnson, Wasting Time
Okay, here’s a couple things to think about. What do you stand for? Who are you and how will you be remembered? It’s not mandatory to have a philosophy for life, but it definitely helps. I believe in a couple, in no particular order…save for number 1.
1) Think positively…all the time!!
2) Love entirely
3) Treat your mind & body correctly and it’ll do right by you in old age.
4) Learn something new everyday
5) You have two eyes, two ears and one mouth, therefore, listen and watch more than you speak
6) Life is to spent, not saved
7) Be absolutely comfortable in your own skin. Why try to fit in, when you’re a standout
8) Accept responsibility. Forget excuses.
This list isn’t everything, but it definitely is the building blocks. I wrote something last year, December 7th, about meeting a couple, not exchanging information and reconnecting a year later. The date came and went, unfortunately Frank couldn’t make it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t timid to see him again. Last year was a glorious time, full of excitement and boundless possibilities. While this year has been fun and I’ve gained a lot of life experience, I still feel like I’m not doing things correctly.
Life’s Philosophy
My venture isn’t to sit, but to move and be around new people. Always pushing the envelope and aspiring to new levels. Being thirty with no wife, girlfriend or kids is the optimal time to explore your inner beliefs. Some would call it a rut, but I don’t believe in that. I think I may have become complacent, so, in times like these, I retrace my steps. In an effort to propel myself forward, I read, write, reason and centre. If you’re doing your research in the wrong library, the only logical thing to do would be to search for the right place.
I watch the people I love around me questioning themselves and worrying tirelessly about their futures. It’s a bloody damper. I’m not exempt from these same musings, but I do it internally and tinker with the formula constantly to find the right balance. I quiver when I see them lamenting about things that went wrong. So, what’s the answer? Why aren’t people asking themselves this more often?
As a person with a healthy fear of success (something I’ve never admitted publicly), I still find the courage to delineate where my objectives meet my planning. I set goals and try my damnedest to secure them, if I fail, I think of some other way to clutch them. What this all boils down to is, what do you believe? What is the philosophy that governs your years, days and minutes? Most people don’t even know what they want for dinner, much less what they want for their life. While I have an overview, which changes constantly, the important thing is that I still have that blueprint. When things are detrimental to my success, I expunge them. I have no problem cutting my losses on negative aspects of my personality and you shouldn’t either. If you feel you’re gaining a spare tire around your stomach, do one of two things – exercise or live with it. If your relationship isn’t working – cut the cord or suffer, Al Bundy style. If you hate your job, don’t bitch, do something about it. There’s always choices, that’s why I’m vehemently against suicide. Stand for something or fall for anything.
I challenge you, find what your life philosophy is and abide by it. Don’t spend your time lollygagging because any moment could be your last. A girl I know said she liked the way I involved everyone, instead of intimating people. That is one of the highest compliments a person can bestow upon anyone. To be the person people want to be around is amazing. It doesn’t always work this way because I speak my mind frequently and it doesn’t always mesh with what others believe. That’s an occupational hazard though.
In conclusion, know this last tidbit of information. Being rich doesn’t equate to happiness. Working for the weekend may be your reality, but it makes you an automaton. If you resist trying new things, you’ll always be missing the opportunity to love something new.
This video is from one of my favourite bloggers who has a similar theory on life and actually sparked the inception for this blog. Look it up, ooamerica. Enjoy, peace and love.
Carpe Diem Que