Every day, I sit and watch my ideas come to the table and gradually disintegrate under intense scrutiny and suspicion. This is a table I now refer to as “a place where ideas come to die”. It is a table that resembles Black American life.
Truth is this: People come and go. You may have some people in your life who are occasional friends, only good for “certain occasions”, but overall, you are your own multi-purpose friend.
Forgiving yourself means understanding that you did the best you could with what you knew at the time.
Your life demands a certain level of prudence and caution and it demands that you not settle for less just to avoid loneliness.
I realize that I oftentimes built relationships with people based on my desperation and not my destination.
After coming face to face with these realizations, I emerged a stronger, wiser and better man.
By traditional standards, I would be considered beautiful.
Foolishly I spent my twenties haphazardly giving my love and assistance to the wrong people.
Where people invest their time, energy and RESOURCES is where they invest their heart.
I want to be the one that ruins you for anybody else.