Haters

They say if you don't have haters, then you're not doing it right.

Could that really be true? Are people that simple, that predictable that no matter what it is that someone is doing, there will be another who is throwing shade? ...who is trying to put out their fire? ...who is simply being a hater?

Well, I guess this is the same sentiment as the saying "you can't please everyone."By virtue of diversity -- of thought, of mind, of behavior ... of humanness -- everyone will not-- no, can not want the same things. That is especially true if what one person wants gets in the way of what another person wants.

It is important to be aware of which stance you are taking. Any time spent wishing against another person's goals is time spent in the hater lane. And any time spent feeling guilty about someone else not being happy for you and your accomplishments is time taken away from doing what it is that you set out to do, even if you are just trying to be your own potato. Do you, and let the people watch. Let the haters hate. Be who/what you are, and don't spend too much time looking over your shoulder or out the side of your eye. If you look askance, you look like a hater.

Be. yoU.

But who aRe yoU?

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What you Mean

What would happen if everyone would live by the saying "sat what you mean, and mean what you say..." ??

I'll tell you what would happen: people would be less confused about what others are thinking. There would be no guessing games. Men and women would understand each other. Friends would understand each other. Family members would understand each other. It's just that simple!

Or is it?

We live in a day and time when everything is a metaphor. Or a symbol. Or a representation. What happened to the originals? What happened to authenticism (oops, did I make that word up!?) and to purity of thought? I'll tell you what happened to it: modern age. Now, everyone wants you to "just know" what it is that they are trying to say, when they are really just saying what they are saying, and what they are saying is nothing.


10/27/11

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Now THAT'S a cover!

This.

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B.I.G. Baby Magic

Who knows, this may be one of the great secrets in life... 

On the Count of...

One.

We don't have until three anymore. That's a truth that's been slapping me in the face since I was old enough to see, and continued to do so until I was wise enough to understand: Now.

We don't have until the count of three.

It's finally made itself very clear. We get one life. One shot. One change to give it all that we've got. And if we miss that chance, it will forever go down in history as a missed opportunity. More opportunities may present themselves along the way, but that one right there and that one right there ::points to the missed opportunities back in the day:: ... !?!

In your real-life timeline, you can't delete posts and click resubmit. Once you've missed an opportunity, you've missed yet another opportunity.

Nobody may see it...

It might not be a big deal...

It may not have been important...

But like the refrigerator magnet read-- the little square one that I saw at my sister's house back in the day, with the black background and the white letters and the simple font boldly printed--, "If you don't have time to do it right the first time, when will you have time to go back and fix it?"

So noted.

Life is too short to keep moving forward without the intention of giving it your all and doing it right. You don't get another one of those if you mess it up the first time. You get to live in the dash, or wonder forever why you were merely a hyphen in time. You don't get a second chance at life. You don't get a second chance at now.

I finally get it.

No more counting to three. Those days are over.

I'm ready to take on the new challenges the first time around.

...at the very moments when the opportunities present themselves.

In this moment, I feel like I have serenity to accept the things that I cannot change (the past), courage to change the things I can (the future), and just a bit of wisdom to know the difference... (got some of that just now). And I'll continue to pray the same prayer to renew these senses in me daily. The first time around, as well as each time around.


And so, to the reality that's been trying to present itself to me since I was old enough to see, but not wise enough to understand, do you know what I say?

I say I'm on one.

"Yeah f*** it I'm on one."

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One.