Friday Night Slight

  The world you inhabit is much harder than the one our flower-power parents grew up in, and probably destined to get much, much harder in our lifetimes, as faith would have it, as I may welcome it on a Friday Night. I have been here before, and Ive documented it. A Friday night staying up late but my dancing shoes are unlaced and sitting next to the hightops. I am kinda mind mapping .

In this lifetime, a man gets one or two chances to make a big move.


You’ll know it’s time to make your move when the decision hurts. I dont know If I can swing at that. But what I do see around me are older people who are going through what I am now, with added pressure from society to get their shit together.  While I want to be having fun in 20 years, I  dont ever want to get old, I do have measures against it.

My Theory: Eat Paleo and Never Get Old.

This diet, this lifestyle, and its nature have resonated with me over the past 8 months. It fascinates the mind to the degree it facilitates brain function. Im open to learning now. I think through the last 10 months of living out of a suitcase (minimalism) I found a passion in the ancient mantra of the Hunter/Gatherer.  I am willing to listin to everything and want to reiterate it as my lifes work.

Go back to School and get a degree? Fuck no.

I want to show the world, and especially Corporate America what passion driven Mastery will lead to. Im talking time periods that outlast warranty's offered to new owners of the Hyundai Sonata. I peeked my writing from 3 years ago, and Im curious as to what 13 years in the game could like much of which enhanced by wordpress. I liken it to my life's work. Lets take my favorite topic and my favorite hobby create a primer and let me adjust the easel.  

I have to do it. I dont do normal life. 

Oh and probably lots of progress pics along the way.

 

The Call of the Wild

 

Deep in the Catacombs of a Hangover caused by consuming potables notorious to New Orleans, I could only muster single response.

“lets eat because I have to go home and get ready for Work.”

Houston Texas is a 6 hour drive from New Orleans and I realized it was Sunday. I realized that I obey  the hands of time, and I factor in traffic in order to get home. I really wished I could stay so I could enjoy red beans and rice, Jambalaya and Lucky Dogs. I keep the familiar query “ Is this what I want to do” 

Why the hell do we stare at the big hand showing seconds on clock at 3:45 pm on weekdays ? We signed up for this though 5 years of Tomfoolery at the University level.  The passions for this occupation started sometime within those 5 years and the motives are less eloquently put. I am saying there is more to it than this. To be that 12 year old thinking about life with a drivers licence I cant ignore the fact Im 24 going on 36.  Is it fair to not rule out somewhere along the way I might hate everything? If I just found out about this career and I started it…doesn’t that increase the propensity and the elasticity of my reaction to it. Fellow disodents, I know one thing is clear.

I was not born for Monday morning. I was not born for dry cleaned slacks. I was born to write now knowing I didn’t put enough into basketball. I am comfortable saying I messed up the one shot I had for the love of the game.     I have a million dollar idea. To keep writing because the question pegs:

Who am I and what was I made to do?

Why is that the hardest question for our generation to answer. Its pretty important. I just knew I was not tryna be like yall.

 A  limp-wristed mangina, a coward, a collaborator and a fool?   Representing a generation who sit here in quiet desperation as our lives go by.  I liked the new Grand Theft Auto 5 trailer because you can do so much in the real life world…..behind a fucking television screen.  Some questions are easier than others. Im trying to figure out, and im almost sure… if I just keep writing, will it bring me happiness and it does?

Can I thrive on happiness?

Can I buy Groceries with that same happiness?

The answer is no. And Teaismydestiny remains in its humble beginnings. I asked myself why I started it.  Answer: WHY THE HELL NOT? I woke up one day, with a Macbook Pro that still charges, and realized the rest of my life needs to be documented for the greats to follow.  I needed a comfort zone shaking reminder and some accountability. I opened it up to the world at large, Im subject to redicule if I don’t act consistent. I published my plans  to get a job in the real world, and im back to say its not enough to just appease my needs. To feed my body and let my soul go hungry. There was more to writing than to set forth plans. I liked the writing in general.  I liked putting thoughts into words and being less cognizant of my grammer.  I like that writing is one of the last meritocracy’s left.  Nothing matters  outside of quality formulating these words I lay onto my devoted readers.

Should I be getting paid for this? Im going to try to by combining meaning and rationale using the method I love, to relay a message to help my friends, family, dissodents, and men of ill repute lead a life to better health.  To be able to life heavy weights and thrive. I want to show you real nourishment and how your body will respond at a hormonal level. I want to take the proverbial girl scout cookie from your hand and tell you that its flavor wont last longer than 40 seconds. I want to write, and to concentrate on nutrition, health, fitness, and overall longevity.  I love it, and consider it my lifelong passion I can pour my soul into.  There will be no looking at a clock at 3:30pm. But I will volunteer my efforts in an attempt to draw a receptive audience.  The added effort and time is worth some change and like many writers, we dream of quitting the real world, hopping on an A.M flight to cancun, and opening our laptops.  It makes no sense,  but If I were to dedicate 10 years and over 10,000 hours into something. It would be these topics.  I know that’s the minimum and I think ill be able to do it without a Calender or a batteries to power a  Stopwatch.  I know my life’s task is to better the lives of others, and the will functions similarly to a Hybrid engines electric compensation.  Though shit will get in the way, I will be asking for followers, for the ears I wont turn the other cheak. So let me tell my story, slightly filtered but with much to learn.

Aint nothing to it but to do it. So just like my rationale for starting this, I will start number 2..Cuz Why the Hell Not?



Except this time it will be Wordpress.  I am not fooling around.

Tom Ford

I do have time to write. What does get in the way are the small surruptious blocks of time that accrue and end up adding up to the space between this and last blog post. Its surreal to be in Houston, Texas because I am still the same kid pandering the similar questions to voices that sound familiar. While I can't say where I will be in 2 months, I really can tell you what I saw in the last 11. It has been a ride, wheels up.

Sadly I was out living instead of in blogging. But I did have time for it. I just chose to laze around or read works of others. This will stop as I dont have Tom Ford.

Lust 4 Life

Happy New Fear.

The difference between lust and love, albeit an argument I scream in silence.  My Augmented reality dares me to dream and those moments, in between brushing my teeth and doing my hair, I convince myself that I love my life, which was a far cry to my envisioning 3 years ago. I sit around the same family, making demands to the same people that once told me what to do. Not once in my 11 day stay at my moms house was I addressed to as a child as I was accustomed to responding to. In some sense, I have grown into the body of a Young Adult. Young Adult is the same thing they call books directed to teenagers in the library, so in between that and a Grown Ass Man.  I am now an Accounting Trainee positioned in Snow Plowed Kalamazoo, Michigan.  The Last 4 months have been pretty dormant on Teaismydestiny, And for good reason, because I broke out of my comfort zone, and for once I was thriving in the wellsprings of uncertainty. This uncertainty comes easy when you are one with the California Lifestyle and you expect Lakers Championships.  Concerned as a 23 year old I was building the well-rounded basic skills of life,  Finished School, taking advantage of the general education granted to children. Choose a Path in a Fortune 500 and Its Fringe Benefits lured me in like fish. 

As a gentleman of a certain age, that age being the ripe old twenty-three, allow me to say: It’s a truly incredible time to be young.
 

For the first time I bought some cool shit at Macy's. I Saw Bill Clinton and Kanye West Perform In Charlotte,  and Detroit. I love Traveling, and I got to do it thanks to my Career. I wish I could know what I knew back then because I diddnt care much for the world. I started last Year in Bangalore, India. I start this year in Lake Forest, and my lack of blog posts in between do not tell the story that which is 2012. We did not die. The Mayans were wrong, and we were right. I still think im going forward in life but will never be certain. Im getting my diet together, and will continue to eat like a Caveman. Small tweaks have been made but I cant answer, the question, am I  moving toward the life I want. I dont even know if thats the question to ask because after all that I have instagrammed, I ask myself even more questions. I love traveling because it turns assumptions into facts.  I got to see New York City and am more scared that life anywhere outside of the Big Apple will be a life short lived. It must be included. 

Career wise: Thank you so Much to all involved. 

Love Life: cuz me dedicating my time just isnt realistic. Young Jamal Knew it was her and Im Not as sure.

Social Life: I need 4 or 5 guys to keep me in check. I could stray away. 

I read like 10 books last year, which is pretty unimpressive, but I will up the ante to 26 this year in hopes that I can muster 2 weeks to finish each one.

Your life can change ...really fast.  For some reason, and I know this is bad, but I think more clearer about death. I dont want to die. i dont want my parents to die. I want us to live together far apart, for a very long time. So we are eating paleo and exersising.

I hope to grow big strong and intelligent this year. Specific goals to follow, locations unknown, mood optimistic.  I just know that Ill be home for Christmas.

Get Money?

Some people are so poor that all they have is money. 

Thanksgiving 2012

No Breakfast , No Croutons

That IFP life.

ParphaPaleo

Paleo and IF. Let's go.