Tupac died at 25. If Malcolm X died at 25 he would have been a street hustler named Detroit Red. If Martin Luther King died at 25 he would’ve been known as a local baptist preacher. And if I had died at 25 I would’ve been known as a struggling musician. Only a sliver of my life’s potential.
"Fantasy is what they want, but reality is what they need. And I just retired from the fantasy part" - Lauryn Hill
I just wanna go on more adventures. Be around good energy. Connect with people. Learn new things. Grow.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Your body was meant to sit in the passenger seat of my car and your hand was meant to hold mine while I drive.
Coming home is always nice, sometimes I do feel guilty for leaving… for not being home as much.
After having a couple glasses of some beer I brought over… me and my brother talked. Talked about our dreams, goals, and our future. Talked with fruitful advices. Talked to each other as if we were in each others shoes.
We talked about leaving for somewhere new. We talked about the struggle of actually doing what we wanted to do. We talked about the excuses we make because we were just afraid.
We talked about leaving everyone. Leaving our friends . We talked about sharing the adventure. Then talked about doing things for ourselves. What’s so great about my friends, is that no matter how far you go, no matter where you go, when we all meet up it’s still the same. My friends are my family.
Coming home is always nice.
This year has been filled with so many blessings. Maybe it’s me expecting less or my expectations being followed by actions, but all I know is that I couldn’t have done it by myself. This will be my reminder when I loose focus. I have no reason not to be successful.