All my life I’ve been “poor” (of course I don’t really know what poor means, I certainly have never felt true hunger/cold, and I’ve always been fortunate to have a roof over my head), but what’s that really matter?
It really never mattered before and it really doesn’t matter now.
Life is hard in some way or another for everyone.
Everyone has always wondered how and why I’ve acted this way, how I can live and just always have a smile on my face.
I’ve always just been playing the game, I’m nothing but a plain and average man, but that’s more than most allow themselves to be.
I’ve got curly hair, I’m a joker, and super a weirdo but I accept and love myself— there is no changing me.
Growing up was rough, it almost felt wrong. I was blessed with a lot of help but at the core it felt like it was just me and my parents, but the tough and rough time I had made me what I am today and so I’m grateful for it.
It’s a different road and path than most but that’s ok— it was a new and different view with so much to learn and see, it helped me be the man that I was meant to be.
Plenty of smiles and handshakes but a lot of it was just a show, it meant nothing, at least nothing real. Everybody with their solemn faces on the inside and sharing no real feelings– faces you see, hearts you don’t.
I got a job and started working early (at 12), I knew earning money was the way to the world I wanted so I worked hard. Couldn’t change it overnight though, so I walked and I had faith/prayed for friends, luck, and success along the way.
I am/was good but the world is/was hard, and sometimes at its hardest I wondered, “Do I even belong here? Can I even do it?”
I’m telling you now and I’ll shout it to the world, I’ve always been who I am and I’m that same person that stands before you now. A man who loves and is head over heels for this life, this country, and this world.
The world is hard but I’ve made it this far, I know I’m going to be ok because I’m forging the path to my vision of better days.
I’m thankful for every blink, every breath, and every step; I’m thankful for the chance to just say thanks and the fact that God has certainly blessed me with their grace; So much so I wish this life wouldn’t end.
I represent where I’m from, I represent all the people who have made me who I am today, and I represent every friend that I’ve made along the way. I just want to pay them back and show them all the good and blessings they gave me didn’t go to waste— I’ve kept it close to my heart, I’ve made (am making) something of myself, did my best every single day, and did my best to pass the goodness they gave me to others.
Nothing will keep me down not even the hard times, they come up and in the end they always go.
If I get knocked down I get back up and shake it off, I’m always thankful for another chance to dance and show the world what I’ve got and take it all. I’ll do it standing proud and I’ll do it standing tall.
I would’ve never made it this far without help and I’m still going to need more, I can’t do anything alone. I need people to correct me and tell me what I’ve done and do wrong. I’m trying to take the best path and that one is hard and it’s long.
I’ve got to do it for everyone I’ve mentioned and those I have yet to meet, my future wife and child(ren), for every single person that has and will believe in me.
I’m going to be strong and make it through all of the hard times; I’ll make it like before and I’ll face them, take them, beat them, and watch them go.
I’m going to make it to my dream, my destination, my home— nothing else really matters especially when absolutely anything can happen.
The fact that I type this, the fact that I woke up this morning, every single breath that graces my lungs and am fortunate enough to take is a precious blessing.
Life is hard for everyone and that’s no joke, but we can make it together.
Let’s stand united together, be there for each other— lift each other up— and when we join our hands there isn’t anything that can stop us so there isn’t any need for stressing.
There are plenty of folks in the depths of their current situation, they don’t have enough and it feels like the whole world is oppressing them, holding them down, and feeding off of their depression.
There’s something that can help; It’s something our parents and mentors taught us, maybe we forgot it, we should LIVE FOR NO OTHER THAN OURSELVES.
Live for yourself and make a stand. Something that, when learned and actualized turns you into an adult— you’ve got to take responsibility for yourself and you’re the only one who can do it, so do it. Wake up early, sit in the quiet of the morning and watch the sun rise— you’ll see it, and if you don’t, keep doing it until you do. One day you will, I guarantee it.
I love to hear the joy in another’s voice, I love to hear the laughs from the deepest place in your gullet, the resonations from your very souls; the light that beams from your eyes when your favorite song comes on, you jam out, and say “Play it again!”. I see how it nourishes your spirit, when you get lost in the melody and you wish it didn’t have to end.
I’ve been looking always, seeing what’s around. I see the goodness but I also the bad enveloping everyone in a cloud.
It’s so hard to look away, to not notice how the sunshine makes it through the clouds— no matter how thick. All this violence, greed, and every kind of evil in the world pulls us down and makes me/everyone so sick.
That’s why I do what I do and it’s really hardly nothing, but it’s something and something is better than nothing no matter how small. This is what let’s me get fired up and even have the strength to try at all. Just take what I have from me and give it to others that need it, they can have it, they deserve it.
Everything that I’ve been through is enough and it really doesn’t matter anymore. No matter what, thankfully, I know I’ll be ok.
All the best,
FCP 🙃
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