2009

Before I write this post revisiting this past year I have to listen to the Lakers Championship song by Jay Rock.

One Moment Please.

So back to '09. Let me see. I think I like the ESPN thing I did last year and this is the end of the decade as well.

Moment of the Year: My family leaving the house I have ever lived for another apartment. I am not going to lie but I was quite pissed off about it. I mean after living in the same apartment since I moved to LA, basically my who life, I move into a house for like a few years and then leave. I hate this damn economy. I really do. It is frustrating because I want to help my parents too but I can't.

Player(s) of the Year: This will go out to the person I could count on this year. To be honest there is no one that jumps out. But I will give this to my parents as they both have supported me in tough times although I have clashed with them, but their love for me is as certain as the air I breathe.

Team of the Year: Idk man, it could be APT. 15, could be the Asians, could be the Cousins, but I will go with Karaoke!!! The chemistry is off the charts! I give it to them because I know I can be who I really am with great people and people with great convictions I might add. To add to this group, our last karaoke sesh of the year we posted a 100(!!!!!) on singing "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey. That is truly epic.

I can't think of any more awards so I will keep on typing.
So lets see the good and the bad.

First the bad.
Dodgers lost to Phillies again in the NLCS. FUCK THE PHILLIES!!!
Donovan missed a penalty in the finals.
And can't forget that Mexico beat the US twice and now all of Mexico thinks they are better (not really).
Mentioned my move.
Picked up some habits.
Tore my meniscus.
Didn't get into the Comm major.
Still do not have a church
Economy ruined my plans on going through all Central America.
Jaderi, an 11 year old girl I knew thru rec., died.
Was told some unfavorable news at the end.
I felt I lost my ability to write as good as I once did.

The Good.
LAKERS ARE CHAMPS ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!! KOBE!!!!!!!!
I finished my first year in college.
My family and friends still love me. They better.
Met a lot of new and cool peeps.
I touched Talib Kweli's hand at his concert.
My cousin visited me from Guatemala this summer and went to the Barcelona game. (VIVA EL MADRID!!!).


This year I have done my own thing regardless of friends, parents or anyone else. I have been more stubborn and prideful than ever before. Maybe that is why I think the negative seems to outweigh the positive. But the blessing of me being alive and have family and friends by far supersedes all the apparent bad brought onto this year.

Now the decade.
I enjoyed this decade and it coincides well with me turning 20 at the end of this year and decade. So from me being 10-19 and 10 days being 20, school has been a drag but I wouldn't give it up for all the people I met and things I have learned. These are things I keep dearly to myself. I felt like I have become an educated mind as well with wanting to be a rebel of sorts. I want to be like the man I look up to most MLK. I want to make change for the good like he did. Don't forget who his role model was. He is mine too. No matter how bad I might mess up. Lakers won 4 championships, Kobe is the best in the decade. I could make so many Laker references but all you need to know is I bleed purple and gold. Guatemala almost made the World Cup in 05 (the year of qualifiers) but MEXICO LOST TO TRINIDAD (there is a conspiracy since Mexico were cool with Trinidad and Tobago) AND TRINIDAD WENT TO THE WORLD CUP BY BEATING SORRY BAHRAIN!!! I don't think I can ever forgive the Mexican National Team. I got a car. I seen most of my cousins from Chi-Town and Rhode Island and Guatemala this decade. RIP to my cousin Daniel and my Aunt Siomara. Rip to my Mamaita and my Papa Beto. RIP to my Tio Mundo. RIP to Steven's great grandfather. RIP to Jessenia's grandpa in Mexico. Damn there is honestly to much to write and to remember and to honor during this decade so I think I will finish by saying this. The best this decade is that I have a Fire and it won't burn out. (hint: think why I would capitalize "Fire")

Conviction in every sentence

It has been kinda long
since I have been thinking of when I will be gone
but for now I have the world on my palms
so exhilarating yet I remain calm
Feeling better than if I was ever on
no need for a bong or a ganja hit
I promised my pop and my mom
That I will always remain conscious
I'm always ticking cuz I am bomb
ready to explode, never to implode
no matter if life becomes difficult
even if the feeling prolongs and I am miserable
I am destined to belong to God's miracle
I know that the river flows crimson
That is why I am on a mission
regardless of opponents and their opinions
I'm feeling like this is the best I have written
So I spark lightness in the darkest pit
Its a start for righteousness so marvelous
so just sit there and listen
My engine runs on conscience
forget the pros and the cons
Just go ahead and ponder on
what's right or wrong
remember there is no such thing as greatness
for man, cuz we don't deserve the praises
center of attention on a daily basis
Come on and lose the demeanor of racist
and appreciate the races and the faces
because the people are the oasis
on this world we hope on
to keep on with more songs
where beauty belies during dawn
and where it actually rests in the heart
yet it is not everyone brings into arms
Whatever it is, I know I am looked upon
Is it my intellectual ability?
I mean my imagination bewilders me
It more than being romantic and wanting an ideal future
that I dream of, it is to yearn and to long
for a sacrificial act, so I can soothe you
Nothing superficial, You are the one I will give the key to
I am the balance saying you can dream and don't forget the feet beneath you
I do it for people cuz they are regal
But realize those who are lethal and deceitful
The one's that want to me make to revolt
Not wanting a recount or a revote
Cuz they left those with their feet cold
I want to make them fly like eagles
As I give it all out, there is no doubt
What I am about, I think I am allowed
to say my life is tremendous
and the conviction is there in every sentence

What has become of my gift

I'm growin' cold, not yet frozen
My moment no longer is golden
My breath, like my grudge, I'm holdin'
When will I allow myself to see light?
I just don't know when
When again will I realize my words are still potent
I lost melody, life ain't harmonious
It's not like I'm owning this
This being opportunity
When can I get it's you and me
But I guess I'm selfish
Yet I know where to go when I'm helpless
But I feel like chasing dreams have no point
Like if there was no meaning to MLK's voice
I know I have a Flame that won't go out
I need help to set a wildfire and let love sprout
If this sounds stupid and senseless
Just know, like you, I've lost interest
Or is it inspiration?
I nearly forgot of that sensation
Of burning inside to keep warm and glowin'
To keep me from ever goin' frozen
Like this piece of poetry
I am feeling quite incomplete
Lack of structure and my soul suffers
An artery rupture and who is there to aid and comfort?
I don't feel like asking God
Cuz I feel like I am a fraud
It is what it is
Yet I await a spiritual lift
To accompany my once lyrical bliss
The belief of being able to touch
with this gift

Ghost

This is what I know
To you I’m nothing but a ghost
I am ignored by most
My name doesn’t bring cheers or toasts
Life just seems so slow today
I walk alone, all on my own
On this road I paved
I just disappear and vanish
How the hell do you fathom this phantom?
How does he manage
To go unnoticed?
Even by those who are the closest,
“Supposably,”
There is absolutely no one close to me
People just see thru me
I swear it’s a disease
CURE ME
Or maybe it’s me
Maybe I never reached out
Maybe I don’t know how
My sorrows howl thru the air
But who the fuck cares?
A lost soul haunted by a lonely moon
I am that flower that never bloomed
I am turning into a menace
I create my personal premise
I dig deep for the sources
Love is beautiful, and I’m too ugly for it
This is the cause of my invisibility
Or is cuz no one was real to me?

As I sit and listen to the serene silence
My life’s equation is happiness minus
The suffering, cuz life ain’t strifeless,
Add those days that shone the brightest
This is simple mathematics
Yet life is an intricate apparatus
But Hey! I walk thru showers and fires
I got this particular desire
People have said
Quit while you are ahead
Not me, I plan to go further
My life ain’t quite over
I will look back no more
I only move forward, for sure

Sorry

This love is tangled, falling for the perfect girl at the wrong time
Can’t tell if you want to be mine I just cannot see, I’m just blind
Maybe ‘cuz of my ignorance or inability to listen to you
I just sit back, grab my hair and see the future, envisioning you
But I can’t see who’s the one that’s kissing you, the one giving you
That beautiful smile that lightens you up
You're an angel, unreal to touch
And then I fall back into reality
Sorry babe you can’t count on me
To be in the picture tomorrow, but I want you today
To much thinking, a move is what I should make
Sorry for the wait, but I do love you babe
Maybe you’ll pass me up
And that’s just my luck
Please don’t pretend that I don’t exist
But I need you to comprehend that you’re a ten and I'm short of a seven
Never had you but I do miss…you


also written back in the day

unsung fallen hero

introspection
is my method
to see what’s inside
use mirror to reflect my intimate thoughts
i was sure i was gonna get my way, so i thought
its an infinite struggle between dreams and reality
i wish i could fly and defy gravity
but the sole of my feet are on the ground
as is everything that’s around
me, what to do? What can i do?
in order to pursue
my happiness
just imagine this:
me just chillin, relaxin with-
out problems
the perfect amount of knowledge
to just to be comfortable in life
so what things that we have in common?
we want fame? we carry shame?
things to maintain a peaceful balance
that will be shattered
so does it really matter if i
try to improve my circumstances
to enhance the quality of my life?
so i look into the shadows of my mind
soul searchin, tryin to find my will power
which can last me until my final hour
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero
retrospection
is my method
to allow me reminisce
how my life was not how it is
so many great memories
but will people remember me?
I haven’t left a legacy
I have the tendency to find the exact essence
which enables me to discuss and express
tension, redemption
So i look back to my old paths
and pick up a pebble from the road
it it shows
what i have done,
the foreshadow of my fall
i have walked alone
all on my own
it gets so cold
and time wrinkles as it gets old
but what has happened
happens to those who are recognized
so this how it was unraveled: my life
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero
This is what I’m expectin
(this is my method
to be of some importance)
to happen to me
i will try to be noble hero
but nobody will see
my actions
and i'm a leave without askin
one question
why?
is it too much for a blessin,
a recognition of some sort?
i need that moral support
but i will die in the midst of a multitude
and i will not get what was due
to me
its such a tragedy
to have climbed up the mountain so far
to let go
and fall
so here my song and here it
this is my story, revere it
sing it
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero
this is to me: the unsung fallen hero
hitherto
here's to
the unsung fallen hero


wrote this like 2 years ago

My Room

I sit in a room, four walls, so tranquil
I sit on a chair, I’m rocking still
Look out the window, feet up on the sill
I ponder, and I focus deeply on what I’m thinkin’
I have a pile of paper and blue and black ink pens
I let all my wonders sink in
It seems that my world is gradually shrinkin’
I keep inside my room, all my thoughts
I’m slowly eroding from distraught
No one knows where I am
No one seems to understand
There is no door, no knob to turn
Escaping is not my main concern
From my space I want to transcend
But who will care in the end?
Am I better off in my room?
Where time consumes me?
My soul burns, I begin to fade to black
There I saw, there I thought, there I sat
Absolutely no where to go
Now the walls burn so slow
Who would have thought ideas are flammable?
The world will now never know how capable
Was a this particular individual
He, like many, is easily forgettable
Maybe this is to be set apart
In this room, there is no beat of the heart
There is nothing, not even a sound
Since the burnt ceiling is now part of the ground
And the surrounding is now black
Pitch and dark it is, no more looking back

untitled--

Dissimilar tastes, Similar takes,
Dissimilar traits, Similar fates,
There is only one that I'm willing to wait,
But that is what I am feeling today
Tomorrow that feeling can change
Yet there are risks I'm willing to take

Intended reader dearest,
I once thought I was fearless

The way I view many things, call me a cynic
I told the world to hold on one minute
I came back within an one hour
A loner at heart? Maybe but I make life beautiful
On a lonely road don't forget those who love you most
In poetry or in prose, I can only say truth be told
Can I make sweet from sour? A taste so bitter
I grow weary, I remember that I'm a winner
I am not a quitter, I remember that I'm a sinner
Can no longer see clearly, so Lord take my hand
Because as being man, I can't grasp or understand
I left for the underground to discover fate
Came back with a feeling so quaint
Would I suffer the familiar fate?
As the men set out before to set the record straight?
Or do I have a better case which makes
father and mother say
"That's my boy changing the wor-ld"
Can I jump thru hoops and over hurd-les?
Against the current current, I'm on a search and
wanting to flourish, I face situations adverse first hand
which brings me back, improved and intact

Dissimilar tastes, Similar takes,
Dissimilar traits, Similar fates,
There is only one that I'm willing to wait,
But that is what I am feeling today
Tomorrow that feeling can change
Yet there are risks I'm willing to take



I completely forgot about this I found it as a draft and I can't believe how good it is and how I never finished it. It was first written in July of this year and just finished (12/28 1:50 AM) (completed after "love you most") Hope you enjoy

An occurrence

As I sit, wondering about nothing
Something happened
A Girl walked by
Black hair, brown skin
Beautiful eyes
Not too curvy, not too skinny
A smile that can lighten my days plenty
She looks at my direction
Will I ever see her again, I question
I would do herself a disservice
If all I think about is the surface
So I imagine her being quiet
well, not quite, at times, she loves suprises
Her vice is eating ice cream
Hey! she likes my sport teams
She is very intelligent
Gentle and understanding
Did I mention her humor?
She has to be heaven sent
Gorgeous and outstanding
Hope I see her once more in the future

Two weeks later I met her
She said her name was ________

A tribute, paying homage

This is a tribute to the greats; I just want to pay homage
Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee just like Muhammad
In the ring he was a monster, left opponents unconscious
Out in the real world, He prevailed with a conscience
They couldn’t demolish, abolish, or take it from him
Dance, dance, jab, hook, uppercut, Ali with the win
The one King who was equal with his followers
Mr. Martin Luther, the junior, gave power to the powerless
He had a dream, the man with a drum major instinct
He believed in freedom for all unlike what other men think
The minister who left it all on a balcony down in Memphis
He left it all for you, and all for me, to your name, blessings
The Caesar of the Californian Valley, the leader of the grape boycott
The labor’s cause that extended across the globe, who would of thought?
I am honored to have a common ancestor, my grandfather surname Chavez
What is outstanding, astonishing is the faith you managed
The Argentine who loved Latin America to rid its poverty
The Che, with many comrades, to make people live honorably
Revolutionary, yes, with love, yes, blurred at the end, yes
It is Ernesto and his fire and his youth and his initial intent, yes
That will resound throughout history, “Until Victory always”
It is this, what I aspire to; I want my chance to be great
I want to be called master at my own craft
But I need a craft to call my own in order to do that
I want to be that inspiration to lead to changes
Giving attention to those marginalized and nameless
This is my tribute, my homage to some
Those in the Sixties who shone
And still shines, oh so brightly
And do so rightfully

Word of advice

I remember my dad gave me an advice
He said to shoot for the stars because then I would land on the clouds

I thanked him kindly and said that I appreciated it, and I did
Then I told him
That I was not with that
I said what he said was good, but I am going for great

I shoot for the stars to hit them, not to miss
Then I saw a grin
Then he put a hand on my back
He knew that history would have to reserve me a place

For a true winner, the concept failure does exist
Failure is the fear to drive one to be fearless
Failure is the enemy that one must defeat
Failure is the fuel for the fire that makes one succeed

It is my destiny where I find solace
Faith is what I hold on when everything is demolished
I have words to express my feelings
I have the ability to give my path meaning

I shoot for the stars to hit them

¿Qué haría?

¿Qué haría?
Tu nombre ¿proclamaría?
¿En los montes y los valles?
¿Diría a los pajarillos para que te cante?
O ¿para qué te hagan una cadena de flores?
¿Caminaría con vos al lado de la playa para siempre?
¿Contaría al mundo la belleza de tu alma?
¿Tu hermosura?
¿Te cantaría cada montaña al despertar?
¿Escribiría poesías a tu nombre?
¿Te llamaría la chula de mi corazón?
¿Iría a los fines del mundo…por vos?
¿Qué más haría…por vos?
¿Qué no haría…por vos?
Para que volvieras a mí

Mi dijiste que llegarías en una ora
Pero esa hora no llega
Mi dijiste que mañana
Pero mañana es un mito
Mi dijiste que en la primavera
Pero la primavera no llega
Mi prometiste que si volvieras
Pero eso ya no lo creo

¿Qué difícil es?
Fácilmente lo más difícil

¿Ni me permitiste decir adiós?
Por eso…

¿Me pregunto qué haría?
Y respondo…

Nada

Cycles because

(3) I write because of the feeling I got
(4) Inspiration
(5) I got this feeling because of what I see
(6) Perspective
(7) I see because I first heard
(8) Acknowledgement
(9) I heard because I am attentive
(10) Speculation
(11) I am attentive because I care
(12) Emotion
(13) I care because thats what I am called to do
(14) Burden
(15) I am called because I am special
(16) Destiny
(17) I am special because I choose to help
(18) Sincerity
(19) I choose to help because I am alone
(20) Significant
(1) I am alone because I choose to write
(2) Reality

I ♥ __________

I ♥ Hip Hop, I'd be lying if I didn't
I owe my Life to it
Develop my rhyming schemes
To Voice my feeling and beliefs
It lets my body vibe

I ♥ Revolution, I'd be lying if I didn't
To Hunger and Thirst for justice
Prefer the ways of MLK to Che's
Nevertheless, help the poor
Correct the system to function

I ♥ Women, I'd be lying if I didn't
That burning sensation I feel
Love the idea of True love
Mixed emotions keeps me away
Committment on my part, I can't see

I ♥ Friends, I'd be lying if I didn't
Play sports, just chat and laugh
Those who gave me Support
Those who will Never abandon me
I will never forget

I ♥ Knowledge, I'd be lying if I didn't
Sparks my thinking
Made the person I am today
Literature, Media, Classes, Experiences
Where would I be without it?

I ♥ Family, I'd be lying if I didn't
Love, so unconditional
Feeling that joyous warmth
Advices in midst of crises
Smiles, Hugs, Kisses, Sincereness

I ♥ Myself, I'd be lying if I didn't
Authentic and Significant
Balancing solitude and acceptance
Dream without limitations
A Burning desire

I ♥ God, I'd be lying if I didn't
I owe my life to Him
Where would I be without Him?
Love so unconditional
I will NEVER forget

My Inspiration

Poemas

Seguir sin Bastar

Ando por las calles caminando
No pertenezco a ningún edificio
Cada avenida es ajena
Atrás quedo las memorias y la pena
Por delante esta el pensar y el olvido
Camino yo, solo yo, solitario
Se esta yendo el sol, llega la luna
Busco sin bastar mi casa
Todos están en casas, cómodos
Cómodos y maldecidos
Más yo, sigo mi camino



El calor del sol
Las Hojas del Árbol bailan con gracia
Al movimiento de la brisa
Las olas amablemente lleguen a la arena
Y no pasen A donde les prohíbe
La Serenidad
¿Cómo uno puede negar la existencia de Dios?


Hace rato que no te veía
Pero ahora estas en mi pensar
No hay un momento ya que no estás en mi mente
Y me pregunto ¿Qué puedo hacer por olvidarte?
La verdad no lo sé
Tal vez poderte ver,
Despedirme con un abrazo
O conseguirme alguien más
Pero jamás será igual
En aquel entonces pensé no seriamos tan mal
Pero eso nunca fue
Ahora la memoria y la distancia hunden
En el eterno mar
¿Cómo puedo sacarte de mi pensar?
No lo sé
Si algún día leyeras mis palabras
¿Te darás cuenta que todas eran para ti?
Pero imaginarme ya no puedo más
Oye, fijate, “do you see what I see?”
Si no, entonces no eres para mí
Me duele decirlo pero la vida es así
Solo tengo mi familia y mi Dios,
Mis palabras, y consagrada por la eternidad mi voz
Lo digo de corazón, Adiós
Bueno con El, nunca estaremos solos

What do you see?

Close your eyes. What do you see? If you see nothing, just pitch black, you are like everyone else. If you see something, you are a prodigy. Believe it, if you don't, you absolutely see nothing. Close your eyes once more. If you see nothing again, I suggest you find something to live for. If you see something, what is it that you see? Is it a desire, a dream, a fantasy, or is your imagination running wild? If you see things that please yourself in any way shape or form, I suggest you find something meaningful to live for. If what you see is you serving other, you are great. Close your eyes once more. Are you great or just simply average?

A few thougths

Is it so wrong to feel much for the people? So when I want to help to such an extent where I feel hopeless, will the people be able to reciprocate the same love and authenticity that I show and truly mean. I look at myself in the mirror with no concrete identity, no sure future, and seeing that I have forgotten what I strive for, what I live for, what I find true meaning, what I am inspired by, what I am willing to die for, what I love. The self-portrait that I can paint myself is good-willed person who attempted to make an impact, all alone OR just fit comfortably in society and worry about my business. Unclear impact or guaranteed comfortableness. The uncertainty has its consequences but one is the greatest: Doubt. Doubt is the gateway for that guaranteed comfortableness. Doubt disallows potential. Doubt restrains risks. Doubt is not to be taken as a synonymous with uncertainty, it is a product. It is a product if you personally manufacture it. If there is uncertainty you have the power and decision to doubt or not. The only way you do not manufacture doubt is by having faith. So this uncertainty I have, you might have, there must be belief to be greater than imagined to be.



SHOULD I DIE BEFORE MY TIME

Should I die before my time
Give a rose to my mother
Confirm to her that she raised a great son
Acknowledge my father
Remind him of the great advices given to his son
Should I die before my time
Let it be at the rise rather than the peak

Walked through the Valley of Death
Not by myself
Many heard my words
Plenty read my words
Masses seen my works
Few knew my hurt
One knows my heart

Even in Fiasco, Travesty, Misfortune
There is an incredible will
To not fear Death
For a split-second, the world stands still
Not far from my crest
I can see myself as a martyr
That sight to take, there is nothing harder

I am a medic with a possible cure
But succeeding makes me unsure
I don’t want them to get a fix
Of hopeless hope
I am not a magician, no tricks
Reality is all I know
To Think: Failure to the tomb, Sin in the womb

Should I die before my time
To die without warning
Let me tell my world
That there will be no mourning
Let my passing be Joyous
Forget my Death
Remember all the previous breaths
Should I die before my time

Authentic and Significant

I honestly have a dream of serving people.
The people that I want to serve over other people
are those that are exploited in the Americas.
First are Latin Americans because there is that connection
since I was born in Guatemala. Second are also those minorities
in ghettos in the USA. I was never from the ghetto (although my hometown city is
probably more dangerous to live than Compton) but I still sympathize with these people.

Not only serving these people but inspiring others to help.
Inspire others to aim higher and achieve a lot more.

I am currently reading Holler if You Here Me, a book on rapper Tupac Amaru Shakur by
Michael Eric Dyson. I am speechless when it comes to Tupac. He is a genius, a poet, a fountain of reality, a renegade, a messenger, a warrior, an intellectual, an actor.
Tupac is, in my book, one of the more enlightening and brightest people in the 20th century. Many will not share that opinion because he is a rapper, of the content of his rap, and his image. People need to see Tupac as a person and his influence on rap itself and many listners. I mean his name alone has so much history that reflects his character. From a famous Inca royalty revolting against the Spanish to the Black Panthers of the '60s. My point of this mentioning of the book is Pac's drive to be "real."

I have read about and deeply influenced, as I have previously mentioned, Jesus, Martin Luther King Jr., Ernesto Che Guevara, and now Tupac. Those are the major ones. I also look at all aspects of the Chicano Movement, Malcolm X, Langston Hughes, the Civil Rights Movement, Nicky Cruz, Rigobero Menchu, Archbishop Romero and many more. All these influences have a common and shared aspect. All are "real."

My definition of real is to have a cause honest to one self and to fight and carry that cause and letting the whole world know what that cause is.

I want to be real.

So doing a lot of my thinking I have created a motto.

Authentic and Significant.

Authentic.
Be truthful, honest, and be yourself. Do not let anyone tell you who to be. Accept the ideas you CHOOSE to hold as your own. Using myself as an example, I will choose me being a Christian. Being a Christian I need to be aware of the depictions of Christ, secular or non-secular. As a Christian, I need to do what strengthens my belief in God, not weaken it. As a Christian, I should not lie to myself to justify an action which is out selfishness or against what I believe in. As a Christian, I do not let other currents and tides take me away from my stance. Authenticity can be applied to everything. Hold your own ideas.

Significant.
Whom ever you are, in whatever sport, creed, and as a person, be significant. Do not be average, do not do what everyone else is different. Do not stay in a comfort zone. Be significant. If I am a student I will be significant. study and do what ever it takes to accomplish my goal. In my employment, I should just do the bare minimum but maximize my effort. In any thing be outstanding, take that extra mile, keep going to your last breath.

Authentic and Significant.

There is a fear with this motto.
The fear of failure.
The fear of not being able to uphold this way of life.

I have the fear of not being able to accomplish my goal because I might simply forget it which means I am not authentic. I let outside means to believe otherwise. I have the fear that if I do whatever it take to fulfill my dream but do not, I fail once more. I fail because I am no longer significant. I gave up.

To take this as your motto, one must be fearless. If you fail, attempt again. If you stumble, get up one more time. If you fall short, find that last ounce of energy to finish it. This motto is for the fearless.

I recall Wilson's quote, "Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate but that we are powerful beyond measure."

You are powerful beyond measure.
You can be authentic and signifcant.

So how serious am I about fulfilling this dream?
I am dead serious.
How am I go to succeed?
Being real.
How will I be defined once it is all done with?
Hopefully Authentic and Significant.

One Love Y'all

Don't Give Up

After a long journey...




Everyone is watching you...


It is you against the world...


In the midst of everything you are alone...


With the burden of representing a whole group...


With the burden of fulfilling something big...


Being judged in the shadow of a great...


You have one and only one desire...


So you fight for it...


You end up short...


You walk away defeated...


Do you give up?



No.


You get back up and do it again to go all the way.