8.21.2015 thoughts

The Vent

I thought the World had FREEDOM.

Included in your purchase, the right to be however you wanted. Like validation, not worrying about the ticket when you roll in the parking lot because the hotel will stamp it and make it complimentary. You know that kinda validation, self-validation: where what you say, what you buy, what you think, what you don’t do makes you Worth something. 

I thought the World had Freedom. 

Not within any flag or pledge.

Within indiviuduality, within our differences and our commonalities: the freedom to be sweet or the wherewithal to cuss everybody and take they lunch money, as these corporations and meter maids will oft do. 
But slowly
That freedom 

When I wasn’t so shiny and “didn’t have it like that” in the words of Drake, who was I then?


The first letter in identity.

What gives us our identity? Who gives us our identity?
Well, we can all agree that our parents give us our race, our family gives us our heritage, our ethnicity gives us our location.

But, now really, who gave any of that?

Back in the beginning

In the time before time

In the dark void

He was. 

I have experienced an enchanted day of defeat and victory. I will r ravel it here. He breaks CHAINS, yall. Try God.

Reconciliation and Love, True Love are in Him and in loving people. When you extend love and thankfulness, doors open. 

May your autumn be a thing of beauty.

Two Cents, anyone?

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