Monday, July 16, 2012

S2: Last Dance, Last Chance


This post is just going to be a randomness of categories that will pretty much be the basis of Series III. This is the last post of series II. I couldn’t decide how I wanted to end it because I still have a lot to blog about and I’ve had to focus my energy on what I am currently doing. So here’s the last dance at the end of the night. The last chance for love, so grab a partner and get on the dance floor.

Every bit of advice I ever gave was either something I’ve been through or simply the advice I would want to hear if I was in that situation. As I always say, I don’t know everything, I don’t even always know the right thing to say, but I believe I give pretty good sound advice. I always feel like people always know what they are going to do anyway. Sometimes advice is just confirmation to know that it’s okay to make that choice. I usually know what I want to do, but sometimes advice seals the deal.

In the recent weeks I have decided to denounce violence. On all accounts, I can no longer stand around and support it. There is a difference in entertainment and glorifying. In a Movie you have actors who play parts. The audience is very aware that what is happening on screen is a story put together by a director. In music, Rap in particular, we attribute lyrics to things the artist are doing in their real lives. Our favorite artist would normally be the artist who shadows the way our life is, or at least our experiences. In the past year, 2 rappers have been murdered and in the past 3 months at least 3 more rappers have been shot. Some of these rappers talk about violence and some don’t. The point is, what is advocating or glorifying violence getting us? People I know are dying, getting killed and it’s horrible to me. Most of us were beating in to submission when we were kids. We were raised to fear our parents. I can be the first to admit I used to get harsh punishments. Some to the point that the police got involved on at least two separate occasions. Might be a shock to those who grow up with me but it’s all true and documented. When I would get a whoopen it didn’t make me act “good”, it didn’t even make me fear my parents, it made me hate them. If you think back when you were young you may have felt the same way. We beat our kids into sharing and not hitting other kids but how are we really teaching them to handle situations? We were all upset about Trayvon Martin and the way he was murdered, and go right along and blast that new mixtape that our favorite rapper just put out talking about killing and fighting and other violent stuff they don’t do. We unconsciously support police brutally and killing of innocent people in Iraq or wherever. It has to stop. True enough we are not going out there doing these things, but support is agreeing with what is happening or what you believe in. The world is the way it is because we all allow it to be that way. Bankers steal money because we allow them to. We’ve been brain washed to think we need certain things in our life. We’ve been given one avenue and we believe it to be the only way. That’s wrong, and in the future I’m going to do everything I can to turn this world around for the better. That means supporting more love denouncing violent practices, sharing my knowledge and gaining more. You don’t have to believe what I believe or even have to agree with me but that is the stance I’ve decided to take on violence in our community and world. I think this is important and you can bet I will be writing more about this in Series III.

For the longest time I have been reading self-help books. I’ve literally been studying life and how to live. I’ve gained so much from all the things I’ve read but I’ve always noticed a disconnect when it came to actually applying these processes or plans in my life. I could probably say that it is a problem of motivation or lack thereof, but sometimes I’ve been really motivation but never get the result I wanted. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been better than not and I do always get positive results, but I’ve never experienced that supreme final ending that all self-help books or books on life talk about. I recently heard something that made a light bulb go off in my head. Sacrifice, what have I sacrificed to achieve these goals? I maybe only speaking for myself here but I always want what I want but I don’t want to change anything. I don’t really want to get out of my comfort zone. If I could do the same things and achieve the maximum greatness, that would be supreme. But that’s wrong, doing the same thing and expecting different results in crazy not by my account, it’s a quote by someone. All I know is people always say that people change when they get rich and the fact is people have to change to get rich. You have to change your habits; you have to humble yourself enough to acknowledge that the way you’ve been doing things isn’t working to achieve what you want. Sacrifice, act like you want to be successful. Here’s another quote “Fake it till you make it” it’s the same thing. A change has to be been.

In “A Voice from the People” blog I’ve always talked about the things going on around me. So you can bet series III will be the exact same. I’ve decided on a few changes, more personal goals for me, but the majority of this blog will stay the same. More about Love, more about relationships, more about the universe, more about living, more about bullying, more about current events, more about music, more about belief systems, more goodness altogether. Hopefully I can get an editor and you all won’t have to deal with my horrible grammar, punctuations and spelling. As far as when the Series III will start, I don’t know yet. I’ll estimate between the end of September to the end of October (My favorite month besides my birth month). So by November Series III should be on and popping. I can’t wait because these are exciting times for me. I’ve moved, I have a new job and to tell you the truth I feel like I’m climbing to the top of the world. All I need is a queen, a leading lady to share all this with. In due time though.

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