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.
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