BAE.

There’s always that one person that will always have your heart,
You never see it coming cause you’re blinded from the start
Know that you’re that one for me, it’s clear for everyone to see
Ooh baby ooh you’ll always be my boo.

Usher feat. Alicia Keys, “My Boo”

 

Helllllooooo, it’s me. I’m IS back!! I know, I know, I say it with each new post….but seriously…I’m here…at least for this post anyway. So, hope you’ve been amazing since our last chat. It’s my hope that you’ve grown, healed, some how become a better human being or whatever on your journey.

So….I think I have a BAE. Like I real one…unofficially. But I don’t want to make a big fuss about it. I don’t do the whole title, commitment to title, and acknowledgement to bond stuff to well. I don’t know…I think we tend to make a big production sometimes out of things that are just common knowledge. I’ve had “bae” and the whole spill in my day, and yet a titles didn’t make bae mine anymore than the clarinet i had to give back at the end of the school year in grade school. Okay, maybe I lie a little…I never played the clarinet…I’m an ar-teast (artist), let me paint my picture here… I’ve had those that were “just friends” and have been in love with “just friend.” I’m learning that while titles aren’t completely irrelevant, they aren’t everything.

Journey with me. Think with me. Let’s talk for a bit.

So, I’ve been single for a while. Like nobody wants me. I mean…people want my elmo…but they don’t want my brain or my heart or whatever…you know…all the stuff that wouldn’t make me a whore. Yea…no one ever wants that. I did my share of wallowing, playing games, and pushing others away. I asked myself a question one day, and the answer left me warm and tingly all over…I felt like well…tingly…you get the point.

What is bae? Bae is who you tell all the news too. Good. Bad. Indifferent. You waste time with bae. You fight about everything, spend hours talking about nothing, and know everything about each other, yet still find new things about each other that you’ve never known. Bae is the soul that dares to journey life with you. The one who grows as you grow. And crazy enough…bae can have a bae, and yet what you share can supersede that. It’s scary what a bond can do. No sex, no agreement…yet amazingly happy. What’s yours is yours, what’s mine is mine…but in the words of Trey Songz, “holla if you need meeee, always gone be my boo…holla if you neeeed me, you know I still got you, and if you ever need me to be, what you need me to be, just remember you can holla at me.”Yo…I got that. I mean, I legit got that. Not in love or nothing…but yea…I got bae…and bae got me. This is verrrrry interesting. Stay tune.

Am I crazy? Am I just a whore? Am I just confused?

Talk. Tell. Don’t do toooooo much in the comments though.

Be nice.

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Superman.

Hey!! I’m back. I know. I know. It’s unstable. It’s sporadic. I need to do better. SOOOOO much better. I got it…now you see why my relationships screw up. NO COMMITMENT. lol iJoke. iKid. But I just want to say thanks to you guys/gals that check on my page every week, hit me up, and support this writing. It means something to this little black face fella.

Ummm….so much has happened, so much has changed. I can write super “juicy” content, I can spill my life on screen and take down things of my past along with me. I can throw shots, be petty, and just talk about all sorts of things. But that’s just not me anymore. I’ve been inspired to grow. In my time away, I’ve been busy a bit. I’ve had a few bumps along the way, but all in all…I’m still moving. Thing about moving is, at times, you don’t get a chance to sit back and think. THINKING. Ah, I’ve reflected on a few things. I want to share my latest process. Tell me what you think. COMMENT. share. It’ll make me feel dope. Ha.

One of the greatest struggles I’ve had to deal with wasn’t so much with people. It wasn’t even with the pain of what I believe they caused. In my time of growing, I realized, a lot of what was a cycle for me was because of my inability to release people from roles they weren’t designed to fill. Pain caused disbelief, and disbelief often made me inflict self torture by repeating the same cycle hoping other’s would pass the test.

Truth is…I’ve had problems separating miracles from reality. Much like a superhero, that comes to save the day, I looked for Superman to be Superman even when they had no cape. I was determined that people had to love me, help me, be there because of great rescues of the past. And one day, it hit me. Like really…I had an aha moment, sipping my pink lemonade that had a sligggght chill to it. I can love Superman without having to befriend Clark Kent. Kent lived a different life, in a different world, with different foes, friends, and loves. That never negated the fact that when needed to be, that cape came out, and he’d save the day.

ANNNY OF THIS MAKING SENSE? I sure hope so. What a way to return and fail…sheesh. Must be a little rusty. But yea man…yea…girl? Whoever you are reading this. My point is simple…be cool with superman. Be cool in knowing that if you need ’em, you can call them, and you know they’ll always have your back. That’s dope. But with that, know that if you haven’t been given access beyond the cape, you probably won’t. Make peace with that too.

Don’t overcomplicate things.

Don’t over-think.

LOVE.

BE LOVED.

And allow people to evolve. Roles change. Be okay with that. I’m in a phase where I love EVERYBODY and I want us all to smile. Be honest. Admit how you feel. You loved the moments and you loved the rescue…that doesn’t change and you’re not bad for feeling that way. Loving Superman isn’t wrong, but hating Clark Kent is. Learn to appreciate lasting bonds that live past the termination of a season.

well…

that’s all i got. (yes….GOT)

I’ll bring my mojo back next week.

 

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Sandcastles and Rain

Hey guys…and gals!! Yo! Been a busy week or so. I have to be better consistent in checking in. Thanks for the feedback, comment, and shares on the last post. Your public support means more than you know. Good job!! Meanwhile, I have a few random little thoughts I’d like to share. Comment. Share. Leave some feedback. Like. Hate. Whatever. Just say something!! lol

 

Meanwhile…I have nothing bad to say. I have no enemies to fight. I hate no one. I love everyone. I mean…I have a few people I don’t mess with…but nevertheless, we all good. Life has a way of bringing balance if you let it. Storms are dramatic. Their nature is often filled with turbulence, chaotic moments, strong winds, and such. Energy and emotions are high, and they can get a bit frantic. But even after the storm, there’s a erie calm. A few things may be disbursed, things may be a little scattered, but nonetheless….you assess, rebuild, and keep going.

Life is filled with storms. Some things you can predict, and some…they’re just unpredictable. Okay. Cool. Rebuild. The sun comes out again. You Laugh. Remember the joy of a Summer afternoon at the beach. The laughs, the picnics, and the swimming. The rain did what it did, so that the sun can do what it’s suppose to. That’s life. Embrace it and don’t fight it….but don’t stay stuck either. You shouldn’t always have rainy moments. Don’t live your life in a storm. GOOD VIBES ONLY.

Manage and steward your emotions well this year. Don’t make storms out of clouds. I’m learning how to just chill out over certain things. Once upon a time I would get irate, offended, and emotional about certain issues. Petty by nature, and a jerk by trade, it’s easy to become a jerk-tard about certain things I feel jaded by. But I’m entering into a new stage of sobriety. I will not bring rain to the sandbox.

SMILE. Enjoy the sun. Go to the beach…build a castle.

I’m building my sandcastle…even if I have to build it alone. Nothing will knock it down. No waves or storms will wash it away. I won’t sabotage my building by giving another the power to kick it over. I’ll enjoy my time at the beach, and then go home. And when the next storm comes, I’ll find some time to dance in it. I’ll smile anyway. I’m in a pretty positive place. Enjoying my world and those that want to be in it.

-building sandcastles.

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I’m Growing Up…

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!! How are you? Meanwhile, like and comment on my posts!! I get so much feedback privately, let me know how you guys feel…on here. Make me feel good a bout my self, it is my birthday and all. And share if you care. But I DIGRESS. Let’s talk for a bit.

Meanwhile, I LOVE moments. I am a big baby. I’m the guy with the heart of gold whose words are enchanting and have an overall cool demeanor. I don’t do well with expressing it all often, but all in all…yea..I’m that guy. I live for creating dope moments. I once had albums full of moments I’ve capture in my icloud. Typically good morning texts, random I love you texts, and other jerkish little messages from those I hold close. Pictures in dope places, a snapshot of the sky during a great conversation, I even still have the mailing envelops of random little gifts because the inside still smell like my favorite cologne. Wack, I know. I take MY moments seriously.

Sometimes the greatest misfortune can be damaging a potentially incredible future based on an awesome past. Some things we can’t get back. We have to learn how to embrace what we had, be thankful for the experience, and move on. We can’t make today be what yesterday was. I had a horrible habit of comparing who was there to those that stuck around and would be puzzled why those present were offended. Life doesn’t work that way. We weren’t meant to live in repeat. You can’t make people love you in a way you were once loved. All hearts are not the same. You won’t be treated like how someone treated you because you may not be viewed the same. We all have our pick. And hard pill to swallow, but sometimes, you’re just not the pick of the one you want. Make peace with that, and grow up.

You have dope moments. GREAT.

You were hurt. OH.

You lived a life….GOT IT.

But you must grow up. Life is a journey. There will always be new discoveries. I’m learning to appreciate each moment as they come. Much like snowflakes, no two alike. I’ve have some incredible moments with some incredible people. Moments…that were almost magical. But I’ll never love them that way again. I loved Xena, The Warrior Princess growing up. But I can’t be paid to watch it today. You get it? Things change. And that’s okay. Love comes when it comes in the way that we need it when it comes. I still smile and respect what was, but I’ve grown not to look for that again.  Don’t tarnish a good memory looking for another good feeling.

I’m learning life isn’t about reliving a moment…sometimes it’s about embracing the next.

 

Dear Gray…I’m looking..I’m ready. Let’s write a new book.

-james

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Blood, Scabs, and an Epiphany.

MEANWHILE, I’m a creative. I’m the hopeless romantic that isn’t all that romantic. I’m the relationship blogger that suck at love. The thing is…what I experience, what I know, and what I do almost never compliment each other. The sensible side and the imaginative side tend to war within. I have a secret. I believe in happily-ever-afters. THAT my friend is what screws me up. EVERY TIME. I believe a heart that says, “I love you.” And to ones that don’t, I often tell myself, “one day.” I believe in the harmonic flow of a healthy beating heart. I think love is dope. I think love is incredible. It’s just….maybe not for me. I mean, I want it to be…but, I don’t think love loves me. It’s been my experience that those who love big…often bleed big. I’ve bled a lot. And every so often without noticing, though I think I’m well, the blood of a picked scab will remind me just how much more I have to go.

Have you ever fallen and scrapped yourself…or maybe even cut yourself? It hurts! Like the initial pain…really hurt. Some of the pain that makes us bleed are deeper than others. Some cuts you clean, bandage and go on with the day, yet find that the blood keeps coming…even through the bandage. And then along comes the scabs. It’s a sign that the cut is healing, but it never looks pretty. Just because the bleeding stops, it doesn’t make the wounds invisible. Scars are the proof of real pain. As a kid, hating how ugly scabs appeared, I did my best to get rid of them…but I found that every time I did, I just bled again. Old wounds became new pain, and while it wasn’t the same…the feelings were unnecessary.  I have a habit reliving things in new ways and calling it new things. 

How many times do we have to bleed and relive the same pain before we get it? I look at my record. I tend to torture myself falling for hearts that I know can never love me back. I’m the type of dude that if you got me, you got me. Even after you’ve dropped me…I’m there. You can need the moon, and I’d find a spaceship to go get it and the three brightest stars just in case you thought about needed it later. But often that compassion left me being skipped and incomparable to a Walmart bus ride by another. I haven’t always been hurt though. I’ve hurt too. There were those that loved me beyond what I was willing to love about me and therefore pushed them away. I held people to a standard that other’s failed to live up to and kept them at a distance.

Maybe love isn’t bias. Maybe we just have to stop loving the wrong way. Perhaps new love won’t remind you of an old pleasure. New love will make you smile in different ways. LOVE is real. It can be beautiful… if you let it be.

Stop bleeding. Stop making others pay for what someone did or didn’t do. No one is obligated to change your bandage.

Stop picking at old wounds. Stop the memories. Stop bringing up old laughs, moments, and pain. It’s not healthy. Pain isn’t a bonding tool. What broke your heart shouldn’t be the tagline of your bio. We go picking scabs in hopes of finding “healing” “wholeness” and “closure” when all we do is bleed, awaken desire, and stir up emotions. Just heal.

REALIZE it will happen. LOVE will come when it decides to come. Just be emotionally stable and mature enough to handle it when it does. Love shouldn’t be one sided and it shouldn’t be painful. Love just loves. It confronts, it challenges, and it causes you to make bold decisions…but sacrifice is easy when you’re all in it. Be all in it. We’re getting older. Our hearts aren’t getting any younger. We can’t keep giving ourselves heart attacks beating for people, things, and hearts just will never beat for us. BEAT IT UP. I mean that in the purest sense. Change the rhythm of your beat.

Bring reality into your imagination. It’s a good thing to dream. But some times dreams turn into nightmares. But some times dreams end and when they do, you have to make a decision of waking up and living life, or creating a fantasy and living in a memory. IT DIDN’T WORK. IT’S NOT WORKING. IT’LL NEVER WORK.

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IN. TOO. DEEP.

I don’t wanna hurt.

I don’t want to hurt.

Pain is real. LOVE is real. At times, the trigger of a memory is strong enough to break us down. Emotions are powerful and I’m learning those that are often victims of our reckless emotions are the ones that love us the most. What do you do when you’re in too deep? I’m learning that NOTHING is without sacrifice and NOTHING is without consequence.

So, here’s what it is: My battle has been long, bloody, and painful. But it hasn’t been all bad. Life is about the journey. We love. We hurt. We grow. We pain. We learn. We screw up and we do life stuff. NONE of that is wrong. You’re not penalized for exploring your journey. You’re allowed to fail, but you’re not allowed to died. Keep growing, keep living. That’s what this stuff is about. I’ve been hurt. But I’ve also hurt. It’s crazy how one soul’s freedom can be another’s prison.

Just when my heart started beating again, no love loss, hate, petty tendencies to manifest (…okay maybe a little, because it’s my love language), but just when I thought I was ready to move on…I’m back in a world I thought I left behind. How can a painful experience be such a beautiful beginning at the same time? What I should hate…I like. What I shouldn’t care about, I hurt over. This shouldn’t be my reality. But it is.

DEAR GREY, I’m sorry. If I would have known then that by exploring my journey, you would known the pain I knew myself, I would have never walked down that path. I’ve thought about you before. Only I didn’t know it was you. Before, you were just like everyone else. But in knowing you and coming to know you, I realize you’re one of the greatest people I’ve met. I want you on my journey, I want you in my world. We seem to have the perfect things in common. Yet so many things to hate each other for. But instead…the authenticity of who we are seem to bring us closer in a weird twisted sorted way.

Deep emotions reveals certain paths…such as aren’t common for most. Look, I don’t know much. But I do know it’s not just as simple as 123, abc. Our path isn’t like the average person’s. We have to accept that and grow to be dope in spite of that. Let’s hate each other if we must. Cry. Fight. And do what is needed to heal…but at the end of the day…WE MUST HEAL. We’re too awesome to be broken.

Can’t promise it’ll be cool overnight. But what I can say is I’m willing to ride the wave with you until you’re good. I’m in it with you with a good heart. I just want to see you well.

-a complicated world.

 

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I’m burning the love note.

Dear Grey,

I love you. I don’t think I’ll ever not love you. Apart of me hates that you don’t love me anymore, and a part of me doesn’t care. We had dope times and in my mind a dope connection, so excuse me if I don’t share your entire, “just friends” now logic. It’s easy for you, not that easy for me. It’s easy to befriend someone you never loved. Those whose heart were invested…it takes time to snap back into friend zone.

No long love note, no great love ballad to write…I loved you. And as much as I don’t understand, and as much as I want to hate you…I don’t have that much heart invested at this point enough to ask. You hurt me. How do you tell someone, “I don’t want you. There is NOTHING about this that’s beneficial to me. CLEARLY…I’m getting nothing out of this.” It came out of nowhere and was meant with so much passion. I learned a lot. I hurt a lot after you too. But you know what, I gained a lot. You said something that hurt but helped me. You said, “not like we were ever in a real relationship anyway.” You know what, you were right. Can’t fault you there. I took a lot from that. And yo, when I find the one…I’m going to take your advice…and I’m going to dive in head first. Well…in a figurative sense of course. This is a CLEAN content blog. Sheesh. But I digress.

Whether you believe in or not….against it all…I loved you enough to marry you. But I’m glad you stopped loving me. It forced me to love me. I have nothing too bad to say other than, I’m burning the love notes….if you care.  It was a pretty dope experience. No real complaints, no real problems…so I thought. I mean, you pissed me off at times, but at the end of the day, bae was bae. I have texts…I mean my text thread (thanks to Apple/iMessage) tells and unfold our entire little love story. Little love notes and all. I still have all the screenshots we’ve exchanged. All the pics of us from FaceTime and such. We’d talk all night, every night, fall asleep together…be dope during the day…and all wack with each other by night.

I tried my best to change the course of where we stood. I really fought for us. Late night texts, early morning texts, practically begged for us to talk..and I don’t know…one day, I woke up. I don’t know if it’s somewhere between trying to sleep with my friends and thinking I didn’t know, or me just not caring anymore. All I know, is that somewhere in between all of that…I woke up. But I still had these memories I couldn’t stop.

You know of my hoarding ways. You teased me enough over it. My old magazines, newspapers, little notes…heck even my iCloud content. But I’m getting rid of it all just so you know. My inability to let go I see has caused me to mismanage what’s in front of me. It leads me in comparing those in my life to those that left my life. I can never be fully happy with the next because I’m too busy comparing and rehearsing experience. You remember I spent a lot of our relationship..or whatever you think we were…talking about those before you. It’s the perfect makings of an emotional heart attack. Not anymore though.

I’m breathing. I’m living. ….I’m deleting. No more holding on, no more “what-ifs.” Moving on entails, “even if they come back around…no thank you, I’ll pass.” Wish you a dope life. Be happy….even if it’s with MY people. Find your happiness, and I pray you really do find wholeness. I’m in a good place. You can have it all. All the memories, the laughs, the love, the moments…take it. No lingering thoughts. My heart isn’t bleeding anymore. I’m good. Burning this little love note…for the both of us. You don’t owe me…I don’t owe you. Don’t feel entitled to speak, and I won’t feel pressure to respond. We are good. No real friendship needed. Seems like it’s forced and out of commitment to your word not to just be like the rest. Nahhh. No need to anymore. It’s okay now. I promise.

What we shared, the promises we made, and the words we exchanged…our integrity to our word seems to bind us together even though we would rather go our separate ways. It’s burning…all of it. No worries. I’m burning the thing that tie us together.

We’re free.

We’re good.

We’re better.

 

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HER.

So, I can’t stop thinking about her. There’s this girl, she’s sort of perfect for me. She has a dumb stuff, but she loves my dumb stuff which makes her dope to me. I can’t really convey in words just how much she means to me. I’m sprung. I don’t know if that term is still used…it was back when T-Pain made the song. I digress though.

She’s BEEEAUTIFUL. I mean she’s way out of my league. Now, I’m NOT an ugly dude…but definitely wonder every now and then how did I end up with her. Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her body…and how she walks when she walks…especially in those heels…yea man…she’s all MINE.

But that’s not it though. As pretty as she is, she’s also smart. She’s spiritual. I don’t know where she came from or how she got it..but the girl just may be my best friend. We have deep conversations and wars over politics, Plato, pie, God, and football. Crazy thing is…I don’t even need a phone lock when I’m with her…she can have it. Okay…I’m lying…doing too much now. Laugh A Little. But I digress.

As dope as she is…can’t help but to think if she thinks the same…or even thinking about me. You see, this amazing woman..the mother to Johnathan and Jackson, the lady I want to spend the rest of my life with….yea…I haven’t met her yet. Opps. Guess I should have started the blog off like that. But that’s no fun…

In just a short time, I’ve learned a lot about love. I’ve loved and I’ve been loved. I’ve hurt, and I’ve also hurt. I know what it’s like to be trusted, and I know what it’s like not to be. I know what it’s like to be all in and committed…and I know what it’s like to have someone tell me they don’t love me anymore. Listen, pain changed people. I’ve changed and I’m changing. And when given the opportunity I’m going to be dope at this love thing again. I’m going to make it fun. I’m going to learn about me as I learn about her.

So if you’re reading…keep being amazing, stay sexy, stay focus. And when we meet..I promise..the hurt, the pain, all of the failed relationships…it will all make sense.

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Texts, Sex, & Apple Pie.

Monday. August 1, 2016, 6 p.m.

WARNING. I don’t know how this blog will end. I write at times without a blueprint in mind. I’m slightly annoyed. Why, eh…I’m a poet at heart, it’s a rainy Monday, and I missed Judge Judy today…

 

UPDATE.

Tuesday. August 2, 2016, 10:42 a.m.

I couldn’t finish this blog yesterday. At the rate I was going, I shutter to think how it would have ended. I got up, told myself, “life ain’t that serious. This ain’t that serious. Chill out.” Yes, I used the term AIN’T. But digressing. Let’s chat about a few things.

Meanwhile, some times life doesn’t work out the way we want it to. We cry, we grow, we win, and we lose. Relationships don’t always have a happily ever after…but you can have one. We have to forsake our imagination for the sake of a healthy soul. We weren’t created to be detached, anyone who insists on NEVER developing relationships with anyone…isn’t really a healthy soul. We need people…but the right people.

We have to stop putting time, commitment, heart, and tears into “moments”. Texts, Sex, and Apple Pie. We like that instant short hand communication…were we put in little effort in building communication. Stop letting, “I miss you” texts and “I love you” random late night messages make you dumb. Check out timelines, see who isn’t there and why you’re being summonded all of a sudden.  We’re being made to look foolish…and don’t care. Crash the dummy talk. You shouldn’t have to wonder and guess what a person means and what their intentions are…talk up, talk clear, and talk right.

Who doesn’t love sex, right? Yea…you’re evvvverybody’s bae, everyone misses you, and wants you bad when their hormones are on sky ten. Cut it. Culture loves intimacy without commitment. I’ll be the first to tell you, I’m not completely sold on the whole “marriage” idea all the time, but breh…sis. breh…I’m not sticking my penis in everything that wants it. And even if we have….don’t mean we will again. At some point, you gotta’ get tire of the same routine….how many times can you masturbate on FaceTime, Skype or whatever other site? How many pics can you send? We got it, we got it…you have a penis, you have a vagina…you think you’re the best product around…chill out. Discipline yourself to stop running back to the people who see you nothing more than fun trash. It gets lame afterwhile. It isn’t dope that they find you attractive and hit you up first when they want some…what’s dope is getting them to reply to your text after you let them hit. Dummy-up.

Some like apple pie warm, some like it with ice cream. Some won’t eat it store-bought, others won’t eat it unless Granny makes it with the special apples. Personally, I’ll devour it like a savage in a Wal-Mart checkout line. Point is….we all have our picks and preferences. And if you don’t have what we want…we just go on to the next. We like to be full and satisfied…but often full of the wrong stuff. Fed lies, narcissism, and a self loathing regiment that makes us believe that as dumb as we are …we really are okay. Our diets are screwed, yo. We’ve been eating our own dung for so long, that we get mad when others think it stinks and refuse to eat it too.

We gotta’ do better. And better starts with us. Skip the texts…love your self. Skip the sex…well…I mean….whatever. And the learn to try something new. Get a new song. Change the chapter in your life. Be good enough.

I hope this made sense to you…..sure did to me. Am I crazy? Am I dope? Lame or clueless….I don’t know…Let me know your thoughts.

 

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Summer Rain…

It’s hot. No…I mean like really, it’s hootttt. To a winter/fall fella like me, the heat seems almost unbearable. I like cool crisp air, and yet these 98 and 101 tempts have ME almost crisp and toasted. I sweat, I’m moody I don’t like to be bothered much, but overall I’m still a chill (cool) dude. Summer days keeps me eh..in a unique place. I’m cordial, I’m busy, and I’m constantly hot. In the house, the sound of the fan or air makes me to remember that out of the confines of the space I’m in…I’ll feel the effects of what I’m trying to escape. Pool parties, cook outs, all sorts of events take place. But being a natural introvert and even more of a grouch…I tend to say, “NO…I’m hot!”

I think back to being a kid. I loved the perks of Summer but hated the heat. Much like life, discomfort can bring some pretty damning moments, but an overall dope outcome. As a kid, I was never in the house. Be it I was hanging with my sister and her friends, my cousins, or running to the church house…I was never home. I think about the times the kids in the neighbor would be outdoors playing. We would be hot, sweating, not having a care in the world…other than the heat that is.

Growing up in the hood of Jersey, someone would find a way to cause the fire hydrant to open up, and we’d enjoy the water. Nothing would beat being out in the sun all day, hot sweaty, playing…and a short rain shower would come. It would seem as if the hotter is was, the more prone the rain was to follow sometime that day.

I thought about that today. You know in life, so many things can come our way, so many things to be agitated and frustrated about. Often times we fail to see the beauty and possibilities of what can be because of what is. YEAH…IT’S HOT…it’s suppose to be. But the rain is coming. So you’ve been hurt. Okay….people play games. We got it, you can be bad all by yourself. All that stuff is cute. Facebook and IG memes may get you some likes, but it’ll keep that status single on Facebook and you bitter. Never become so consumed by the heat that you miss the moments. Life gives us moments. Times for everything we will get to enjoy.

You’ll cry, but you’ll laugh again. You’ll hurt, but you will love and be loved again. Let life be beautiful. The joy about summer rain is that rarely it last for hours. Most times, it’s just for a few moments. But those short moments…tends to be such a relief from the present.

Smile during dark days. Laugh at silly jokes. Do it because you don’t want to. Pain never feels good, but your sanity will thank you for it in the long run. Enjoy the rain.

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