#weoutchea

As a man, I will not allow myself to be diminished. I have the credentials. I have done the work. I am not a scratching post for emotional outbursts or furtive fits. I have served penance for my past and made peace with myself for the future. I will never bend to threats or acts of impetuousness. Self aware men are hated because we are immovable when we have learned ourselves. I am the edifice that will hold up your highest desire when I am honored or the crumbling structure that will bury you alive due to your neglect. Either way, who I am is complicated what I am is easier…I am a threat to those who seek to try me. I am the program. I do not ask for compliance. I will operate at full scale regardless. I will gleefully accept supporting frameworks but will reject any conflicting implementations.

Forgiveness, acceptance, and discernment are the words for this year. I’m cool.

This year has tried to break me from close and afar. My home is riddled with bullets I bought to shoot myself with. Albeit, I still stand. The storm inside of me rages ferociously begging to partner with my inner darkness and I just cannot let that happen. I am truly at my lowest and most downtrodden. I have been kicked while down, spat on, and ultimately disregarded and still I live on. I am not a weed. I am the wherewithal. You will see me on the better side of this existence.

Love won’t always love you back that’s the hard truth, but love requires you to be present and intentional all the time. You have to WORK for love. Existing is not a prerequisite for love. You must persist through the good and bad days…the long night and early mornings. You have to give it all you have with no assurance you’ll reach your goal. That’s wtf love is. It is not balloon popping or this fairytale bullshit. It’s gritty. It’s work. It’s tough. You gotta love your person through the periods of misunderstanding. You have to keep going through the mist with blurred vision knowing that one day you will reach something tangible you can loudly profess to others and edify.

Reveling in what you knew was the truth when presented with lies is a practice in futility because neither any person cares nor any person will come magically to repair your hurt. It’s about practicing the art of indifference. I knew what I knew then and still see it played out now, but what does it matter? It doesn’t. I have to simply accept who people are and what they choose to do.

When you’re top tier with it you don’t have time to worry about why they check down. 🤷🏾‍♂️😂 gone head and settle for less baby. 👌🏾