10 Dayz...fulfilled
I'm grateful. I've lived another day to grow, experience and learn.
It's so funny repetitious life is.
This time last year I didn't have a "regular" job. The same things remain today.
This time last year, I felt unappreciated. The same things remain today.
This time last year I was BROKE, I MEAN BROKE...This year, I'm good.
I'm grateful. I can eat whatever I want. I can go wherever I want to go, I am free to be, to think and to live life without interruptions.
It wasn't always like this.
I was mad at my mother when I was 5. I thought I was supposed to win pin the tail on the donkey for my birthday party, just cause it was my birthday party.
I was mad when I was 16 cause my mother took all day to bring my birthday cake, my party was three hours in and she waltz in without a cake and asked what "all these people" were doing in her house...she forgot it was my birthday.
My dad was never able to see any of these moments. I felt cheated. No one ever explained death. No one ever lied to me and told me life was fair. I thought I was supposed to have a a mommy and a daddy like those story books and have a dog and gold fish and marry a girl and have kids and imitate my parents...but life just as the world rotates 360 degrees.
I've learned to break free of what I thought should be.
(that was a bold statement to me...let me say it again)
I BROKE FREE OF WHAT I THOUGHT SHOULD BE.
For the feelings of lies held me captive.
Brandon died on my birthday...someone who really loved me. I didn't let him cause his piss colored ass was a liar...how much would we compromise to be happy? LET IT GO I SAY...
Anyway...I'm rambling. But I figured it out: What you think and what you say controls your life, your actions and it can place limits on what and where you evolve into.
It's so funny repetitious life is.
This time last year I didn't have a "regular" job. The same things remain today.
This time last year, I felt unappreciated. The same things remain today.
This time last year I was BROKE, I MEAN BROKE...This year, I'm good.
I'm grateful. I can eat whatever I want. I can go wherever I want to go, I am free to be, to think and to live life without interruptions.
It wasn't always like this.
I was mad at my mother when I was 5. I thought I was supposed to win pin the tail on the donkey for my birthday party, just cause it was my birthday party.
I was mad when I was 16 cause my mother took all day to bring my birthday cake, my party was three hours in and she waltz in without a cake and asked what "all these people" were doing in her house...she forgot it was my birthday.
My dad was never able to see any of these moments. I felt cheated. No one ever explained death. No one ever lied to me and told me life was fair. I thought I was supposed to have a a mommy and a daddy like those story books and have a dog and gold fish and marry a girl and have kids and imitate my parents...but life just as the world rotates 360 degrees.
I've learned to break free of what I thought should be.
(that was a bold statement to me...let me say it again)
I BROKE FREE OF WHAT I THOUGHT SHOULD BE.
For the feelings of lies held me captive.
Brandon died on my birthday...someone who really loved me. I didn't let him cause his piss colored ass was a liar...how much would we compromise to be happy? LET IT GO I SAY...
Anyway...I'm rambling. But I figured it out: What you think and what you say controls your life, your actions and it can place limits on what and where you evolve into.