With the beginning of another week I pray we all make efforts to utilize our talents outside of our 9-5’s or in my case 8-6. If you ask anyone they will tell you that their Monday(which is Friday for me) is the most dreaded day of the week. For most the dread usually begins the day before, which is really sad if you think about it. My focus for the last few years has been to do as much as I can outside of work to put my self in a position to strive for something greater one day.
I’m not saying we should live in a fantasy world where we quit our jobs, but while we’re there we have take a second to ponder on our God given talents. The things you are passionate about and/or just extremely good at. The goal is to make change, make difference within our communities and break the mold of cycles that strangle our creativity and hinder our purpose. I’m by far no expert on creating a better life, but I have an idea of which direction to get started in. On this Monday I pray that we all begin to focus on the things that make us great that were upon us by our creator. -Be great-
Looking over a seed asking if I have become worthy. Your innocence intensifies my guilt within me. But it also motivates… to let go of selfish ways in exchange for answered prayers for you. I pray I conquer these flaws before the world conquers you. -Seeds of guilt-
Some poetry, some prose, and some photos. Some of these pictures were taken more than a year ago, but still had hold the same meaning. Everything presented here is meant to tell a story. Read/look and enjoy.
5-7-2018: Sedated from the day to day. What coping agencies do you use? Sex, money, all the cliche vices that walk beside us. So much they become invisible to us in an attempt to make the uncomfortable parts of life invisible.
5-6-2018 Constant search of… love, lust,complacency,more,tranquility, validation, meaning, vanity. Rolled into one script.. searching is over, but life….
As of late my spirit has been troubled. Fixated on the fear of leaving. Not necessarily with myself but more so with those around me. The fear of losing encloses my light; shaping clouds of negative context that may or may not be there. Is life to be lived like this, in a constant fear of losing? 05-04-2018
Everything we have will be consumed in due time, left under the sun to burn and be lifted off this plateau in a fashion where it never existed. Our hearts are feeble pieces, constantly trying to save themselves from reality.