You are always here to listen. I can talk to you about anything. I'm proud to be able to cross my fingers and say the me and you are "like this". You are a friend in every way that a friend should be.
As I sit across from you I can see every minute detail in your expressions. Generally your face radiates with the most genuine and naturally stimulated happiness.
But something is different about your reaction to what I am saying to you this time.
As I confide in you about the current woman in my life I can see that something is wrong. While my smile grows every time I describe one of her many characteristics that drives me crazy, I can tell that your smile is becoming more and more forced.
I do not mention it because I am still not quite sure why.
So I go on. And with every detail that I recite with pride, I can feel the energy leaving your body. You smile and nod and tell me repeatedly how happy you are for me. And I believe that you are happy for me. But you seem increasingly saddened.
Are you ok?
And then with one lasting and mentally connecting look into your eyes you tell me everything that your mouth couldn't.
It pains you to hear about a girl in my life that is not you. To hear me express for someone the very feelings that you have longed for me to express towards you.
For an unimaginable amount of time you have secretly yearned for a deeper connection between us.
You know in your heart that every description of the new woman in my life is in fact a mirror description of yourself. I could replace her name with yours and every single word would still be applicable.
But this is more than just common jealousy isn't it?
Wait... Do you love me?
Damn... You do don't you?
I try to respond before we lose the connection of our gaze.
I am so sorry. How did I miss this? How did I not see the signs?
Quite frankly, I have always had feelings for you as well. And I think in a way I have been trying to find someone that could remind me of you. For so long that quest went on with no avail. But, I think I have found you now. Well... her. I've found her. She makes me happy. Immeasurably happy. There is no way that I could turn my back on her now.
I'm sorry that our time didn't happen.
I'm sorry that I missed the signs.
I'm sorry that you didn't tell me.
I'm sorry that she is experiencing the love that you wish you were.
Simply put... I'm sorry that you are not her.
And with a tear inducing blink of your eye, our connection is lost.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Working For Change
Most people that know me would say that I'm a nice guy. I genuinely care about people's feelings and do what I can to keep everyone close to me happy. I'm naturally chivalrous and known for off the cuff compliments. I believe that success alone is not truly success. That a truly successful person brings those they love with them and helps them to be the same.
On paper, these qualities shape me up to be quite the eligible young gentleman.
But there is a side to me that I am reluctant to say is there. A subconscious side that seeps its way into my life in slight yet quantitative increments.
Do you know those people that always look upset even when they're happy? Now picture someone that often sounds callous even when they are being kind.
I have a tendency to be very blunt and quite curt. Backed by sharp eyes and cutting words, I tend to lash out in conversation. The disheartening part about it is that I am usually unaware of these actions. I am left after most interactions wondering why my motives are often misunderstood. Why is it that my good intent can be so misconstrued by so many?
But that's just it. They can't all be wrong, can they? The only common denominator in all of these situations is myself. And all of the observing opinions seem to match up.
So it is me.
What am I doing?
Why am I doing this?
Why is there a mental guard up around me?
Is it even a mental guard?
I honestly do not know.
But I do know that it's there and I am doing what I can to ameliorate the situation.
I want to be the best me that I can be. And, as of now, I am stifled by what can only be characterized as a 'character flaw'. There is a long reflective road ahead of me. But I am ready to start the somber trek. The first step is recognition.
Don't be afraid to look within yourself to make improvements around you.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
On paper, these qualities shape me up to be quite the eligible young gentleman.
But there is a side to me that I am reluctant to say is there. A subconscious side that seeps its way into my life in slight yet quantitative increments.
Do you know those people that always look upset even when they're happy? Now picture someone that often sounds callous even when they are being kind.
I have a tendency to be very blunt and quite curt. Backed by sharp eyes and cutting words, I tend to lash out in conversation. The disheartening part about it is that I am usually unaware of these actions. I am left after most interactions wondering why my motives are often misunderstood. Why is it that my good intent can be so misconstrued by so many?
But that's just it. They can't all be wrong, can they? The only common denominator in all of these situations is myself. And all of the observing opinions seem to match up.
So it is me.
What am I doing?
Why am I doing this?
Why is there a mental guard up around me?
Is it even a mental guard?
I honestly do not know.
But I do know that it's there and I am doing what I can to ameliorate the situation.
I want to be the best me that I can be. And, as of now, I am stifled by what can only be characterized as a 'character flaw'. There is a long reflective road ahead of me. But I am ready to start the somber trek. The first step is recognition.
Don't be afraid to look within yourself to make improvements around you.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Monday, November 16, 2009
My Own Senior
I have always had a mentality beyond the year I was born. I tend to forget my own age from time to time because I have never 'fit in' with those in my age range. I'm sure that many aspects of my life have lead to this frame of mind.
As a young child I would spend most of my time from set to set; being surrounded by adults at all times. By the time I was eight years old I could more comfortably hold a conversation with someone's parent than the actual child of which I shared numerical age.
This only increased when I started college courses at the age of thirteen.
Other than playing recreational sports, I had never really spent much time around children my own age.
Even to this day my coworkers are shocked when they hear my age for the first time. Stating my age always garners the response, "I thought you were at least three or four years older than that." I take that as a compliment though. It can often be very hard for someone that is 22, (almost 23), to assimilate into the corporate world without drawing the wrong kind of eyes.
But all of these factors in my life cause me to frequent a very confused mindset.
I have one group of friends that are, on average, four to five years my senior. I get along with them just fine. There is no conversation that I can't partake in. But as I sit back and observe them I know that there are in a different part of their lives than I am. ie: They are living with their significant others. In relationships that will almost surely lead to marriage. Finding stability in their careers. Quite frankly, they are ready to start settling down.
I, on the other hand, am not.
Then there are the friends that share the same roundabout birth year. The late college age folk that tend to be obsessed with the club and party scenes. Environments that I have not only long past had my share of, but have never really cared for in the first place. It's harder to get lost in the club life when I don't drink or smoke. (I never have and never plan to.)
I find myself feeling like I am too old to spend time with people my own age.
Lastly, there are the friends that range from around 18-20. Now I know that some of these should technically be a part of my age bracket, but I can't help but feel some sort of disconnect. I feel like everything they do is too childish. Too immature. Too, let's be frank, unsophisticated.
So what do I do? I tread up and down the rungs of my age-based social ladder. Not yet ready to climb up, too far up to go back down, and too discontent to stay put.
What do I do when I feel like I'm my own senior?
Live, love & learn!
-The King
As a young child I would spend most of my time from set to set; being surrounded by adults at all times. By the time I was eight years old I could more comfortably hold a conversation with someone's parent than the actual child of which I shared numerical age.
This only increased when I started college courses at the age of thirteen.
Other than playing recreational sports, I had never really spent much time around children my own age.
Even to this day my coworkers are shocked when they hear my age for the first time. Stating my age always garners the response, "I thought you were at least three or four years older than that." I take that as a compliment though. It can often be very hard for someone that is 22, (almost 23), to assimilate into the corporate world without drawing the wrong kind of eyes.
But all of these factors in my life cause me to frequent a very confused mindset.
I have one group of friends that are, on average, four to five years my senior. I get along with them just fine. There is no conversation that I can't partake in. But as I sit back and observe them I know that there are in a different part of their lives than I am. ie: They are living with their significant others. In relationships that will almost surely lead to marriage. Finding stability in their careers. Quite frankly, they are ready to start settling down.
I, on the other hand, am not.
Then there are the friends that share the same roundabout birth year. The late college age folk that tend to be obsessed with the club and party scenes. Environments that I have not only long past had my share of, but have never really cared for in the first place. It's harder to get lost in the club life when I don't drink or smoke. (I never have and never plan to.)
I find myself feeling like I am too old to spend time with people my own age.
Lastly, there are the friends that range from around 18-20. Now I know that some of these should technically be a part of my age bracket, but I can't help but feel some sort of disconnect. I feel like everything they do is too childish. Too immature. Too, let's be frank, unsophisticated.
So what do I do? I tread up and down the rungs of my age-based social ladder. Not yet ready to climb up, too far up to go back down, and too discontent to stay put.
What do I do when I feel like I'm my own senior?
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Fireflies In My Mind
I lay here in a melancholy daze on this solitary night. The luminescent glow from the television beats down on my face. The poorly scripted chatter amongst characters far from resonates with me. The only company I keep are the thoughts in my mind. They swirl around in my head sparking haphazardly like fireflies on a Cincinnati summer night. That's the crazy thing about your mind... If you sit back and just let it talk to you, you never know what it will say.
"I wish there was someone to call."
"I've got to stop skipping meals."
"Why can't some inspiration hit me?"
"Funny how we call these people our 'friends'."
"This movie is starting to get good."
"I'm going to kill my teeth with all this candy."
"Baby Green Eyes."
"If you're going to talk behind my back, maybe you should wait for me to turn around."
"I can't believe it's November."
"Will I ever be recognized for all that I have to offer?"
"One more week!"
"Even if I did drink alcohol I wouldn't act like you."
"How is it that I see these things and you don't?"
"It's not that I didn't like you. I was just scared that I wouldn't be enough for you."
"Funny how I learned to be a man from a woman."
"I really need to get back to writing these scripts."
"She's already a better friend than those I've had for years."
"Being a gentleman is not a thing of the past."
"I wish someone would text me."
"I no longer love you in that way. But I still love you with all my heart."
"I should play some music."
"I still love looking at that sign in the corner of my room."
"Nice guys really do tend to finish last."
"I can't watch you do this."
"The selfish side of me liked it before the good news."
"I just want to make a difference in people's lives."
"I should really write this all down."
So here I am. Me and my thoughts. Plenty of room in this bed for both of us. But sometimes it's like they try to push me out. Will I wake up on the floor? I don't know.
For now I'll just watch the fireflies.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
"I wish there was someone to call."
"I've got to stop skipping meals."
"Why can't some inspiration hit me?"
"Funny how we call these people our 'friends'."
"This movie is starting to get good."
"I'm going to kill my teeth with all this candy."
"Baby Green Eyes."
"If you're going to talk behind my back, maybe you should wait for me to turn around."
"I can't believe it's November."
"Will I ever be recognized for all that I have to offer?"
"One more week!"
"Even if I did drink alcohol I wouldn't act like you."
"How is it that I see these things and you don't?"
"It's not that I didn't like you. I was just scared that I wouldn't be enough for you."
"Funny how I learned to be a man from a woman."
"I really need to get back to writing these scripts."
"She's already a better friend than those I've had for years."
"Being a gentleman is not a thing of the past."
"I wish someone would text me."
"I no longer love you in that way. But I still love you with all my heart."
"I should play some music."
"I still love looking at that sign in the corner of my room."
"Nice guys really do tend to finish last."
"I can't watch you do this."
"The selfish side of me liked it before the good news."
"I just want to make a difference in people's lives."
"I should really write this all down."
So here I am. Me and my thoughts. Plenty of room in this bed for both of us. But sometimes it's like they try to push me out. Will I wake up on the floor? I don't know.
For now I'll just watch the fireflies.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Monday, October 19, 2009
Watch Your Surroundings
Whether you want to believe it or not, the people that you surround yourself with are a direct reflection of who you are. Not only are they a subconscious reflection, but they represent you in public as well.
Think about it... Let's say you introduce your friend to me and you introduce them as 'your friend'. If that friend proceeds to be ignorant, inconsiderate, insulting and unmannerly, it is only expected of me to be under the assumption that you often carry yourself in that same way. Even if I have never seen you act this way, your acceptance of such behavior is just that... acceptance of that behavior. One can only assume that you have similar underlying traits. How else would the two of you match up as friends?
If you constantly proclaim that your close friends are "fake" or "untrustworthy", odds are so are you.
But... If these friends do not accurately represent your own personal persona, than why are they your 'friends'? Why surround yourself with characteristics that you would never allow from yourself?
Our friends are supposed to bring out the best in ourselves. You can never reach your prime potential when you place yourself around constant influential reminders of who you are not supposed to be. Free yourself from those social restrictions. Those associated restraints. The key to success, whatever success may be in your eyes, is surrounding yourself with the right group of people. The most successful celebrities, businessmen, politicians, etc., all have a team around them that they can trust and that bring the best out of them.
It's now that time for me to take my own advice. There are too many people in my life that for now can be considered a part of my circle of friends. It is an ever-growing circle that in all honesty should be ever-shrinking. Or at least fairly stagnant. I will now be taking the proper steps to rid myself of some of these harmful people.
So before you go around calling someone a 'friend', remember, watch your surroundings. Not only can the people closest to you hurt you, but they can cause you to hurt yourself as well.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Think about it... Let's say you introduce your friend to me and you introduce them as 'your friend'. If that friend proceeds to be ignorant, inconsiderate, insulting and unmannerly, it is only expected of me to be under the assumption that you often carry yourself in that same way. Even if I have never seen you act this way, your acceptance of such behavior is just that... acceptance of that behavior. One can only assume that you have similar underlying traits. How else would the two of you match up as friends?
If you constantly proclaim that your close friends are "fake" or "untrustworthy", odds are so are you.
But... If these friends do not accurately represent your own personal persona, than why are they your 'friends'? Why surround yourself with characteristics that you would never allow from yourself?
Our friends are supposed to bring out the best in ourselves. You can never reach your prime potential when you place yourself around constant influential reminders of who you are not supposed to be. Free yourself from those social restrictions. Those associated restraints. The key to success, whatever success may be in your eyes, is surrounding yourself with the right group of people. The most successful celebrities, businessmen, politicians, etc., all have a team around them that they can trust and that bring the best out of them.
It's now that time for me to take my own advice. There are too many people in my life that for now can be considered a part of my circle of friends. It is an ever-growing circle that in all honesty should be ever-shrinking. Or at least fairly stagnant. I will now be taking the proper steps to rid myself of some of these harmful people.
So before you go around calling someone a 'friend', remember, watch your surroundings. Not only can the people closest to you hurt you, but they can cause you to hurt yourself as well.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Carpe Diem
This year started for me with one word... "Yes".
It was my intent to spend this year appreciating and attacking every opportunity that would come my way. And in many ways I have been doing pretty well in that department.
I have become a lot more decisive and conclusive in my life. Moving full-fledged into the directions that I had previously been hesitant to. It's a great feeling when you seize an opportunity and it plays out the same way it did in your mind. The scenarios in our minds are always more imaginable and rapturous than the real world. So when there is even a hint of parallelism, it can be quite euphoric.
The problem is... there will sometimes be mental wonders that you can not live up to. Those events are even harder on your mind when you know that you did not do everything you can to 'seize the day'. To watch an opportunity arise and fade away knowing that you did not approach it the way you wanted to can result in an unmistakable pain.
I have experienced that a couple of times this year.
Even in the midst of my "yes man" attitude, some of my yeses fell through the cracks.
So here I am. Watching lost opportunities. Watching those opportunities being presented with their own opportunities. And watching them say yes.
Why is it that they are able to 'seize the day' when I'm not? Why can they live and lead happy lives in the areas that I'm lacking? Will I ever be able to step up the these areas? Am I destined to fall behind in these parts of my life?
I hope not.
Scratch that... I will not.
I will no longer watch from the sideline as the opposing team scores the winning basket.
Put me in the game coach!
I'm ready to play and it's about that time for me to make my presence known. I will be the most valuable player. As a matter of fact, I will be the only player. Because this is my life, which means that it's my game.
So from now on my motto is "carpe diem". Seize the day. I'm ready to seize. Are you?
Live, love & learn!
-The King
It was my intent to spend this year appreciating and attacking every opportunity that would come my way. And in many ways I have been doing pretty well in that department.
I have become a lot more decisive and conclusive in my life. Moving full-fledged into the directions that I had previously been hesitant to. It's a great feeling when you seize an opportunity and it plays out the same way it did in your mind. The scenarios in our minds are always more imaginable and rapturous than the real world. So when there is even a hint of parallelism, it can be quite euphoric.
The problem is... there will sometimes be mental wonders that you can not live up to. Those events are even harder on your mind when you know that you did not do everything you can to 'seize the day'. To watch an opportunity arise and fade away knowing that you did not approach it the way you wanted to can result in an unmistakable pain.
I have experienced that a couple of times this year.
Even in the midst of my "yes man" attitude, some of my yeses fell through the cracks.
So here I am. Watching lost opportunities. Watching those opportunities being presented with their own opportunities. And watching them say yes.
Why is it that they are able to 'seize the day' when I'm not? Why can they live and lead happy lives in the areas that I'm lacking? Will I ever be able to step up the these areas? Am I destined to fall behind in these parts of my life?
I hope not.
Scratch that... I will not.
I will no longer watch from the sideline as the opposing team scores the winning basket.
Put me in the game coach!
I'm ready to play and it's about that time for me to make my presence known. I will be the most valuable player. As a matter of fact, I will be the only player. Because this is my life, which means that it's my game.
So from now on my motto is "carpe diem". Seize the day. I'm ready to seize. Are you?
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Head To Toe
Even your hair is perfect. A color that most people would consider black but you and I both know that it's really a deep brown. That is, until you get to the lighter brown ends that brush so gracefully between your shoulder blades. I've never seen hair that could be so straight yet still have a hint of deep ocean waves.
Your forehead... The perfect start to your almost symmetrical face. It's one of my favorite places to kiss you. Right where you have a hint of those lines that form whenever you raise an eyebrow at me.
Eyebrows that are naturally curved yet you still insist on getting them done every once in a while.
Your eyes are unmistakable. They are almost perfectly round except for the slight slant that always causes people to ask you if you're mixed. You love being able to smile and decline. Oh how I love to gaze into your eyes and watch them gaze back. The maple brown color with streaks of green is one of a kind. Especially the gray stroke around your pupil that you don't even know is there. It's the most visible when you look out of the corner of your eye as if trying to see your own ear.
Ears that are rarely seen because they are constantly covered by the beginning of the gradient section of your hair. But I love to brush your hair back behind your ear because it always makes your nose curl up when you smile.
That very nose that wiggles whenever you sing along to your favorite songs, and flares whenever you laugh.
Your full, yet never overbearing, lips, that are never seen without 'MAC Tinted Lipglass' lip gloss, curve so beautifully around your ruler-straight teeth that have never seen braces. Teeth that are the brightest shade of off-white. They seem to be immune to the tinting effect of all the coffee that you drink in the morning.
Your cleft-free chin always feels so nice placed against my chest as you look up at me. It's like you are placing on display the previously described perfect face.
You love whenever I place my right hand on the left side of your neck and pull you closer to me.
Your statuesque shoulders seem softer than they should be. But I love the way they pillar down to your arms. Arms that you feel are too skinny. Of course, I disagree.
The way your body curves is reminiscent to that of the Greek goddesses. Your torso could be the prototype for what a woman is supposed to resemble. Everything from your slightly defined abdomen to the dimples in the small of your back are all structurally perfected.
Your slim waist was made to wrap my arms around. Talk about a perfect fit.
And the transition into your hips is like no other. Every pair of jeans that you own hug your hips and thighs as if they were designed specifically for you.
The slight switch when you walk is hypnotizing.
It's amazing how your legs can seem so long when you only stand at a mere 5'6". Or is that your height in heels? I can never remember.
You spend so much time in your heels, and it shows in your calves. The tone and definition of a track star with the grace of a model.
And finally your feet. You, like most girls, hate your feet. In fact, you hate all feet. But they're so tiny and cute. And don't sell them short. They have to be strong and regal to be able to hold up someone as poised as yourself.
You are a pillar of perfection and I will forever be in awe of your presence and grace. From your head to your toes.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Your forehead... The perfect start to your almost symmetrical face. It's one of my favorite places to kiss you. Right where you have a hint of those lines that form whenever you raise an eyebrow at me.
Eyebrows that are naturally curved yet you still insist on getting them done every once in a while.
Your eyes are unmistakable. They are almost perfectly round except for the slight slant that always causes people to ask you if you're mixed. You love being able to smile and decline. Oh how I love to gaze into your eyes and watch them gaze back. The maple brown color with streaks of green is one of a kind. Especially the gray stroke around your pupil that you don't even know is there. It's the most visible when you look out of the corner of your eye as if trying to see your own ear.
Ears that are rarely seen because they are constantly covered by the beginning of the gradient section of your hair. But I love to brush your hair back behind your ear because it always makes your nose curl up when you smile.
That very nose that wiggles whenever you sing along to your favorite songs, and flares whenever you laugh.
Your full, yet never overbearing, lips, that are never seen without 'MAC Tinted Lipglass' lip gloss, curve so beautifully around your ruler-straight teeth that have never seen braces. Teeth that are the brightest shade of off-white. They seem to be immune to the tinting effect of all the coffee that you drink in the morning.
Your cleft-free chin always feels so nice placed against my chest as you look up at me. It's like you are placing on display the previously described perfect face.
You love whenever I place my right hand on the left side of your neck and pull you closer to me.
Your statuesque shoulders seem softer than they should be. But I love the way they pillar down to your arms. Arms that you feel are too skinny. Of course, I disagree.
The way your body curves is reminiscent to that of the Greek goddesses. Your torso could be the prototype for what a woman is supposed to resemble. Everything from your slightly defined abdomen to the dimples in the small of your back are all structurally perfected.
Your slim waist was made to wrap my arms around. Talk about a perfect fit.
And the transition into your hips is like no other. Every pair of jeans that you own hug your hips and thighs as if they were designed specifically for you.
The slight switch when you walk is hypnotizing.
It's amazing how your legs can seem so long when you only stand at a mere 5'6". Or is that your height in heels? I can never remember.
You spend so much time in your heels, and it shows in your calves. The tone and definition of a track star with the grace of a model.
And finally your feet. You, like most girls, hate your feet. In fact, you hate all feet. But they're so tiny and cute. And don't sell them short. They have to be strong and regal to be able to hold up someone as poised as yourself.
You are a pillar of perfection and I will forever be in awe of your presence and grace. From your head to your toes.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Monday, October 5, 2009
Color Blind
Recently I have found myself continually asked, "Do you even date black girls anymore?". I find this question appalling. Not only because they dare to ask it, but because there is always a distinct level of disapproval, discontentment and derision in their voice. It's as if I'm turning my back on the entire black race by dating outside of it.
I've just recently become a victim to this stigma. Up until about two years ago I pretty much only dated black girls (with one Spanish exception).
It's not like I woke up one day and said, 'That's it, no more!'. Not even close. Quite frankly, I still feel that black women are the most beautiful creatures on this planet. My mother is a black women. How could I not feel this way?
I just find that my attractions have matured and expanded.
Now, let me make this very clear... I LOVE black women! And, in all honesty, find it hard to picture myself settling down elsewhere. But I would never rule out the option. Love is a powerful thing. And true love is color blind.
This whole situation really makes me wonder... Is there some sort of obligation as a black man to find comfort in a black woman?
I'm sorry, I thought the only obligations I have in life are to my family and to myself. It's my right to be able to spend my time with whoever makes me happy in my life. Not saying that this can't be a black woman. But who says it has to be?
Now, I do understand the feeling of needing a common background with someone. I recall one girl that I was dating and when asked what I was watching on tv, I replied, "Living Single". Her response to that was, "What's that?". At the time I laughed it off, but it's little things like that that reminded me of just how different our upbringings were. Because not only would a black girl my age know that show, but she could probably sing me the theme song. There is a comfort that comes with knowing that your mate can understand where you are coming from in the hardest of hard times.
On the other hand, the assimilation and aggrandizement of cultures is what makes life fun. That's what makes America so beautiful.
So yes, you might see me walking hand in hand with a black girl or maybe walking with my arm around a Latin girl or possibly in a tight embrace with Caucasian/Asian mix. You just never know. And I am quite proud of this. And you can bet that I would never hold any obligation over my child's head either.
Just remember... Even if I was to marry outside of my race, our kid could still one day become the President of the United States.
:)
Live, love & learn!
-The King
( http://jdubtheking.blogspot.com )
I've just recently become a victim to this stigma. Up until about two years ago I pretty much only dated black girls (with one Spanish exception).
It's not like I woke up one day and said, 'That's it, no more!'. Not even close. Quite frankly, I still feel that black women are the most beautiful creatures on this planet. My mother is a black women. How could I not feel this way?
I just find that my attractions have matured and expanded.
Now, let me make this very clear... I LOVE black women! And, in all honesty, find it hard to picture myself settling down elsewhere. But I would never rule out the option. Love is a powerful thing. And true love is color blind.
This whole situation really makes me wonder... Is there some sort of obligation as a black man to find comfort in a black woman?
I'm sorry, I thought the only obligations I have in life are to my family and to myself. It's my right to be able to spend my time with whoever makes me happy in my life. Not saying that this can't be a black woman. But who says it has to be?
Now, I do understand the feeling of needing a common background with someone. I recall one girl that I was dating and when asked what I was watching on tv, I replied, "Living Single". Her response to that was, "What's that?". At the time I laughed it off, but it's little things like that that reminded me of just how different our upbringings were. Because not only would a black girl my age know that show, but she could probably sing me the theme song. There is a comfort that comes with knowing that your mate can understand where you are coming from in the hardest of hard times.
On the other hand, the assimilation and aggrandizement of cultures is what makes life fun. That's what makes America so beautiful.
So yes, you might see me walking hand in hand with a black girl or maybe walking with my arm around a Latin girl or possibly in a tight embrace with Caucasian/Asian mix. You just never know. And I am quite proud of this. And you can bet that I would never hold any obligation over my child's head either.
Just remember... Even if I was to marry outside of my race, our kid could still one day become the President of the United States.
:)
Live, love & learn!
-The King
( http://jdubtheking.blogspot.com )
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thanks For Your Consideration
I'm far removed from the days where I would visualize that we could ever be more than we were. The thoughts that we could one day be synonymous to each other. That point where someone looking for me would be equivalent to someone looking for you. You know those couples. The ones that are so cute they annoy everyone else. I used to want that for us. And we had our shot. But it's like we never loaded the chamber.
I'm not quite sure what held us back. Were we worried about losing the friendship? Did I appear to come off to strong? Or were you just too scared of the bogeyman?
Hmm...
Whatever the case may be, we moved past it. Almost instantaneously. It was like the brief moments of possible romantic grandeur were blown away with nothing more than a wisp of wind.
But that's ok. Really. I have found complacence in our far from subtle flirtatious friendship. I'm flattered when people ask me, "Why don't you just date her?". Because that's when I get to say, "Well, it's complicated." And with a smile, I laugh it off. I've always been happy as long as you were.
I want you to know that I love you. And not that 'Oh my god, we're such good friends' kind of love. But also not that 'Will you marry me' kind of love either.
No, the love I feel for you is that undefined uncategorized type of love that you can only feel for someone that will forever live in your heart.
But now my role has changed. I am here to help you filter through every guy that wants to be the one in your life. I'll admit, I have mixed feelings as I watch you go through the motions with someone that isn't me.
No one can really match up to me, right? That's what I tell myself.
But that's neither here nor there. Because I know that you deserve the best. And the fact that, even in one moment, you thought that it could be me, I'm grateful.
So, even though I seemingly am not the right man for you... Thank you for your consideration.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
I'm not quite sure what held us back. Were we worried about losing the friendship? Did I appear to come off to strong? Or were you just too scared of the bogeyman?
Hmm...
Whatever the case may be, we moved past it. Almost instantaneously. It was like the brief moments of possible romantic grandeur were blown away with nothing more than a wisp of wind.
But that's ok. Really. I have found complacence in our far from subtle flirtatious friendship. I'm flattered when people ask me, "Why don't you just date her?". Because that's when I get to say, "Well, it's complicated." And with a smile, I laugh it off. I've always been happy as long as you were.
I want you to know that I love you. And not that 'Oh my god, we're such good friends' kind of love. But also not that 'Will you marry me' kind of love either.
No, the love I feel for you is that undefined uncategorized type of love that you can only feel for someone that will forever live in your heart.
But now my role has changed. I am here to help you filter through every guy that wants to be the one in your life. I'll admit, I have mixed feelings as I watch you go through the motions with someone that isn't me.
No one can really match up to me, right? That's what I tell myself.
But that's neither here nor there. Because I know that you deserve the best. And the fact that, even in one moment, you thought that it could be me, I'm grateful.
So, even though I seemingly am not the right man for you... Thank you for your consideration.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Can't Bite My Tongue
Hey guys, I'm back. Been absent from this blog for a while. But something really has me festering over here.
I'm sure by now everyone has heard about the whole Kanye West VMA debacle.
I want to talk about this but not the way you're thinking. I don't want to comment on Kanye's actions. Enough has been said about that. My concern is in regards to the outpouring of racist comments aimed at Kanye after his actions.
Let me preface by saying that I do not believe that Kanye's actions at the VMAs had anything to do with race. We know Kanye well enough by now to know that if his issues were racially motivated he would have said that plain and clear. He's never really been one to bite his tongue.
But someone please tell me why the internet, especially twitter & youtube, was immediately barraged with some of the most bold and outlandish racial slanders I've seen in a while.
Examples:
After reading an article on the Media Assassin blog, (http://harryallen.info/?p=5154), I was left with a mind numbing mix of emotions. Emotions that still plague me. I can't even make up my mind on if I'm upset or hurt. I'm appalled and outraged. I'm not only saddened for my people, but saddened for people. Saddened at how easy it was for these young people to lean in this direction. I'm mentally in a state of shock. But mainly in shock because this is not shocking.
How does this even happen in the age we live in? We are surrounded by the most multi-cultural stimuli in history. Not to mention the first black president! And whether you like hip hop or not you have to know that the hip hop community has lead the way in trend setting culture for the past ten years, at least. And so just when I think it's getting possible for younger generations to live without being bound by segregated mindsets we are hit with displays like this.
When will people realize that racism is not just something from the past? One of my favorite quotes from that article is:
"Racism is not historical. It’s futuristic. It is not going away. It is being refined. It is weaponized through deceit, secrecy, and violence, in that order. Its chief tools are not clubs, bullets, or nooses, butwords"
And that's exactly where we stand. Of course racism isn't going away. It can't go away when the very people who tell us that it is a thing of the past are the ones teaching it to their children.
Racism is not a born characteristic; it's learned. It's passed along from generation to generation. I wish that we never even had to teach children about race anymore. But you can't send a child into the world unprepared.
As a young boy my mother schooled me on the world that I would one day wander in and squander in. It was her job to inform me about racism and the prejudice that I could/would one day face. This was not presented to me for me to formulate judgments and opinions based on history. But rather for me to be prepared for the possibilities that awaited me.
As I look around, I don't see children that were given facts and the tools to comprehend them. On the contrary, I see children who were presented with feelings and grew up building their reality around these emotions. And now those 'children' are working, aging, reproducing adults who are already set in their ways. And that's why I miss the good old fashioned debate. It showed people that you could not win anything by formulating points around emotions. You have to go for the facts. Something that I feel is lost on the younger generations now.
Racism is a form of ignorance. And the only way to defeat ignorance is with intelligence.
One of my favorite comments on that article is:
"I am appalled but not surprised by the recourse of those of limited lexicon to pejorative and demeaning language. One can but pity their limited faculties and move on."
And that's exactly how you defeat those who use words as weapons. Diminish their minuscule palaver with your own educated and extensive parlance.
Now, let me end with the same line that I end all of my blogs with...
Live, love & learn!
-The King
P.S.
For those reading on other sites, (ie: Facebook), my blog link has moved to http://jdubtheking.blogspot.com
I'm sure by now everyone has heard about the whole Kanye West VMA debacle.
I want to talk about this but not the way you're thinking. I don't want to comment on Kanye's actions. Enough has been said about that. My concern is in regards to the outpouring of racist comments aimed at Kanye after his actions.
Let me preface by saying that I do not believe that Kanye's actions at the VMAs had anything to do with race. We know Kanye well enough by now to know that if his issues were racially motivated he would have said that plain and clear. He's never really been one to bite his tongue.
But someone please tell me why the internet, especially twitter & youtube, was immediately barraged with some of the most bold and outlandish racial slanders I've seen in a while.
Examples:
After reading an article on the Media Assassin blog, (http://harryallen.info/?p=5154), I was left with a mind numbing mix of emotions. Emotions that still plague me. I can't even make up my mind on if I'm upset or hurt. I'm appalled and outraged. I'm not only saddened for my people, but saddened for people. Saddened at how easy it was for these young people to lean in this direction. I'm mentally in a state of shock. But mainly in shock because this is not shocking.
How does this even happen in the age we live in? We are surrounded by the most multi-cultural stimuli in history. Not to mention the first black president! And whether you like hip hop or not you have to know that the hip hop community has lead the way in trend setting culture for the past ten years, at least. And so just when I think it's getting possible for younger generations to live without being bound by segregated mindsets we are hit with displays like this.
When will people realize that racism is not just something from the past? One of my favorite quotes from that article is:
"Racism is not historical. It’s futuristic. It is not going away. It is being refined. It is weaponized through deceit, secrecy, and violence, in that order. Its chief tools are not clubs, bullets, or nooses, butwords"
And that's exactly where we stand. Of course racism isn't going away. It can't go away when the very people who tell us that it is a thing of the past are the ones teaching it to their children.
Racism is not a born characteristic; it's learned. It's passed along from generation to generation. I wish that we never even had to teach children about race anymore. But you can't send a child into the world unprepared.
As a young boy my mother schooled me on the world that I would one day wander in and squander in. It was her job to inform me about racism and the prejudice that I could/would one day face. This was not presented to me for me to formulate judgments and opinions based on history. But rather for me to be prepared for the possibilities that awaited me.
As I look around, I don't see children that were given facts and the tools to comprehend them. On the contrary, I see children who were presented with feelings and grew up building their reality around these emotions. And now those 'children' are working, aging, reproducing adults who are already set in their ways. And that's why I miss the good old fashioned debate. It showed people that you could not win anything by formulating points around emotions. You have to go for the facts. Something that I feel is lost on the younger generations now.
Racism is a form of ignorance. And the only way to defeat ignorance is with intelligence.
One of my favorite comments on that article is:
"I am appalled but not surprised by the recourse of those of limited lexicon to pejorative and demeaning language. One can but pity their limited faculties and move on."
And that's exactly how you defeat those who use words as weapons. Diminish their minuscule palaver with your own educated and extensive parlance.
Now, let me end with the same line that I end all of my blogs with...
Live, love & learn!
-The King
P.S.
For those reading on other sites, (ie: Facebook), my blog link has moved to http://jdubtheking.blogspot.com
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Lost One
Jay-Z said it well:
"Time don't go back, it go forward.
Can't run from the pain, go towards it.
Some things can't be explained, what caused it?
Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit.
Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it.
Til that time, little man I'm nauseous."
With so many loses in the world as of recent, it's easy for anyone to understand the thoughts and feelings in those words. It's hard when you lose someone that the world knows. But it's even harder when you lose someone that the world didn't get the chance to know yet.
But I think that's what helps show someone's character. Because some people are something to the world; and some are the world to some people.
It's an amazing feeling to be surrounded by people who are all gathered not to mourn a loss but to celebrate a life. To listen to the stories being shared. To be inspired by someone who is no longer with us. I believe in my heart that everyone that I was with last night left that location with a little bit more added to their spirit. Just a little piece of a spirit that we all couldn't help but love. One that we will never forget. One that will forever live on in us all.
R.I.P. Johnny Palermo
Live, love & learn!
-The King
"Time don't go back, it go forward.
Can't run from the pain, go towards it.
Some things can't be explained, what caused it?
Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit.
Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it.
Til that time, little man I'm nauseous."
With so many loses in the world as of recent, it's easy for anyone to understand the thoughts and feelings in those words. It's hard when you lose someone that the world knows. But it's even harder when you lose someone that the world didn't get the chance to know yet.
But I think that's what helps show someone's character. Because some people are something to the world; and some are the world to some people.
It's an amazing feeling to be surrounded by people who are all gathered not to mourn a loss but to celebrate a life. To listen to the stories being shared. To be inspired by someone who is no longer with us. I believe in my heart that everyone that I was with last night left that location with a little bit more added to their spirit. Just a little piece of a spirit that we all couldn't help but love. One that we will never forget. One that will forever live on in us all.
R.I.P. Johnny Palermo
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Admire From Afar
Eyes that can make my heart skip a beat and double its speed at the same time.
A smile that could fill the deepest void in my happiness.
Skin that looks so smooth I think I might smear it if I touch you.
Hands that could ease the most ravaged soul with just a touch of your fingertip.
A body that without a doubt spent its prior life as a muse for some of the world's greatest works of art.
In layman's terms: You are utter perfection.
All of this and I've never even had a real conversation with you. Nothing more than a mere "hello" in passing. And even that is enough to stop the constant beating in my chest. But your defibrillating smile always brings me right back
Oh but we've spoken in my mind. Some of the most fascinatingly humorous and intellectually stimulating conversations I've never had. Though, I must admit, sometimes I can't focus on every word you say because I get lost watching your lips formulate and articulate every vowel and consonant that's beautifully structured into those very words.
But there is one problem. One that I can't escape even in my momentary lapses in reality. The very reason that it's impossible for me to verbalize how I feel.
And here he comes.
He greets you with a one-arm hug. As he speaks to you he only locks eye contact for brief intervals. Your genuine smile doesn't cause him to recollect his thoughts and start over. Like it should.
What is it that you see? What is it that you love? What does he have that I don't?
Quite frankly, I'm pretty sure I have more.
What makes him more worthy than me? Does he have the same interests as you? Does your family like him? Is he just more of your type?
Or, did he just wake up earlier than me one day?
I guess I am destined to go the rest of my days without ever knowing the answers to these dire questions of mine. Because you are so clearly and visibly in love with him. And although I do not know him personally, I can tell that he is not foolish enough to ever let you slip away.
So until the day that I am lucky enough to find someone that is even a fraction of your caliber... all I can do is, harmlessly, admire from afar.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
A smile that could fill the deepest void in my happiness.
Skin that looks so smooth I think I might smear it if I touch you.
Hands that could ease the most ravaged soul with just a touch of your fingertip.
A body that without a doubt spent its prior life as a muse for some of the world's greatest works of art.
In layman's terms: You are utter perfection.
All of this and I've never even had a real conversation with you. Nothing more than a mere "hello" in passing. And even that is enough to stop the constant beating in my chest. But your defibrillating smile always brings me right back
Oh but we've spoken in my mind. Some of the most fascinatingly humorous and intellectually stimulating conversations I've never had. Though, I must admit, sometimes I can't focus on every word you say because I get lost watching your lips formulate and articulate every vowel and consonant that's beautifully structured into those very words.
But there is one problem. One that I can't escape even in my momentary lapses in reality. The very reason that it's impossible for me to verbalize how I feel.
And here he comes.
He greets you with a one-arm hug. As he speaks to you he only locks eye contact for brief intervals. Your genuine smile doesn't cause him to recollect his thoughts and start over. Like it should.
What is it that you see? What is it that you love? What does he have that I don't?
Quite frankly, I'm pretty sure I have more.
What makes him more worthy than me? Does he have the same interests as you? Does your family like him? Is he just more of your type?
Or, did he just wake up earlier than me one day?
I guess I am destined to go the rest of my days without ever knowing the answers to these dire questions of mine. Because you are so clearly and visibly in love with him. And although I do not know him personally, I can tell that he is not foolish enough to ever let you slip away.
So until the day that I am lucky enough to find someone that is even a fraction of your caliber... all I can do is, harmlessly, admire from afar.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Faces In The Crowd
It's April 1st, 2009; approaching 10p.m. I'm standing in the Knitting Factory in Hollywood. Comodity stands beside me. We bow our heads in prayer before embracing the stage. Neither of us ever really needs more than 30 seconds of “me time” before performing. So we’re ready. The guy setting up my music is kind of bugging me right now because he keeps playing the beginning of my set before it's time to go. But he's not trying to, so I don't hold it against him.
-The King
Introduction is done. It's time.
We walk on the stage and Comodity hands me my mic. He takes the one that he thinks might have lower quality and hands me what he thinks is the better mic. He doesn’t know that I realize this. I acknowledge with nothing more than a slight smile to myself. This is friendship and professionalism at its finest.
With the microphones in our hands, it’s transformation time. Jeff and Bryan metamorphose into J-Dub and Comodity.
I usually start every show looking slightly nervous. But I think I do this so that I can explode as soon as the beat drops.
“Let’s go!”
The beat drops.
I look down from the stage onto this potpourri of faces. Some young, some older. Some new, some familiar. The expressions on the faces say everything from “Go get em guys!” to “So what are they gonna do?”. My favorite is the latter of the two. I love to watch them turn from doubt to appreciation as the show progresses.
“If you’re with me then ride along!”
But I do find comfort in the familiar faces. I can see members of all of my families. My real fam, Royal Fam, “New Fam”, and my work fam. Just knowing that these people would come out to support me is so motivating. They’ve seen me perform before. They didn’t have to come out again. But they did. And they seem to be enjoying themselves. My fondest dreams are filled with these exact moments.
“Time’s up!”
Man, Comodity and I are in rare form! I’ve never felt so comfortable on stage. Every minute of rehearsals paid off.
“I’m a monster!”
As I look into the pockets of familiar faces, a part of me does long for those that are not present. Some couldn’t make it because of conflicting schedules. I don’t hold that against anyone of course. Some people said from the beginning that they weren’t going to show. No hard feelings.
“Back up on me!”
But then there are some, some that don’t have a real reason not to be here. Well, the reasons may be real to them. But it would be nice if they were here. I miss some of my friends. Some of those people were some of my favorite people to be around. I would love to be looking at their faces in the crowd right now as well. Who knows, maybe even bring one up on stage. Ha.
All of these thoughts flash in my mind throughout the performance. Never lasting long enough to throw me off track. Just long enough to recognize them.
“Holla back!”
Show’s over.
Time to hug & thank those who did come.
Thank you! You all are my heart.
And for those not here, you’re my heart too. Even if you don’t know it.
Wow, what a night!
Live, love & learn!-The King
Sunday, March 15, 2009
'Til Death
Going to a wedding can definitely be an inspiring and eye-opening occasion.
Watching two people acknowledge, announce, and celebrate their ever changing yet undying love for one another is beautifully stimulating. To listen to the words in the vows and know that right now, in this moment, these two people mean these words with all of their heart. Every syllable that they speak is backed with the strength and depth of their beating heart. To see two people commit their mind, body, and soul to one person for the remainder of their lives. ........wow!
To witness such an event really makes you wonder.
Could I ever commit to someone in that way?
Am I ready to meet someone that I could one day feel that way towards?
Have I already met them?
If so, did I already mess it up? Or do I still have time to make it blossom?
So many thoughts. So much pondering. All sparked by one monumental occasion in two other people's lives.
How could this mean so much to me?
Just proof that there really is a common denominator amongst all people. ...The desire to love and feel loved.
Amazing.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Watching two people acknowledge, announce, and celebrate their ever changing yet undying love for one another is beautifully stimulating. To listen to the words in the vows and know that right now, in this moment, these two people mean these words with all of their heart. Every syllable that they speak is backed with the strength and depth of their beating heart. To see two people commit their mind, body, and soul to one person for the remainder of their lives. ........wow!
To witness such an event really makes you wonder.
Could I ever commit to someone in that way?
Am I ready to meet someone that I could one day feel that way towards?
Have I already met them?
If so, did I already mess it up? Or do I still have time to make it blossom?
So many thoughts. So much pondering. All sparked by one monumental occasion in two other people's lives.
How could this mean so much to me?
Just proof that there really is a common denominator amongst all people. ...The desire to love and feel loved.
Amazing.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Frostbitten Heart
A warmth that resembles the hottest day in the summer.
A comfort more soothing than sitting by the yule log in the dead of winter.
A blaze that was synonymous to the most passionate night between two first time lovers.
I was spoiled by the heat like moving to Los Angeles from New York.
And just like that..............the heatwave ends.
Oh how I miss my summer nights.
Having to wear shades because I was blinded by our own illuminating glow.
But I've doubled up on my blankets now. Cotton pillow cases too.
Windows remain shut.
I even close my closet door to avoid a draft.
I wear socks to bed even though they're never on when I wake up.
Anything to recreate the heat. To simulate the warmth.
Now I walk around emotionless. Statuesque even.
Finding it harder and harder to balance my emotions.
I sway back and forth like a pendulum. Gaining speed with every swing.
One of these days I'm going to go over the edge.
Which edge? I don't know.
I've distanced myself from my friends.
My family.
Myself.
How could I feel so heartless?
I'm losing faith in the sun. I feel such a devastating chill.
But I know there's hope. There has to be. Life can't end like this.
One day my temperature will rise again. When I find my supernova.
So don't lose faith in me.
I'm here.
I'll be here.
I don't have a cold heart.
Just a mild case of frostbite.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
A comfort more soothing than sitting by the yule log in the dead of winter.
A blaze that was synonymous to the most passionate night between two first time lovers.
I was spoiled by the heat like moving to Los Angeles from New York.
And just like that..............the heatwave ends.
Oh how I miss my summer nights.
Having to wear shades because I was blinded by our own illuminating glow.
But I've doubled up on my blankets now. Cotton pillow cases too.
Windows remain shut.
I even close my closet door to avoid a draft.
I wear socks to bed even though they're never on when I wake up.
Anything to recreate the heat. To simulate the warmth.
Now I walk around emotionless. Statuesque even.
Finding it harder and harder to balance my emotions.
I sway back and forth like a pendulum. Gaining speed with every swing.
One of these days I'm going to go over the edge.
Which edge? I don't know.
I've distanced myself from my friends.
My family.
Myself.
How could I feel so heartless?
I'm losing faith in the sun. I feel such a devastating chill.
But I know there's hope. There has to be. Life can't end like this.
One day my temperature will rise again. When I find my supernova.
So don't lose faith in me.
I'm here.
I'll be here.
I don't have a cold heart.
Just a mild case of frostbite.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Monday, January 19, 2009
I'm Scared Of You
Let me preface this post by saying that this is not about anyone specific. I'm just putting words together that I know fit other people. I tend to write about what I see in others.
Also, it's not a song or poem. So...it's not gonna rhyme. lol...
I'm Scared Of You
The Bogeyman.
The name alone has struck fear into children for many years. But what makes the bogeyman scary? Is it the whole "dark ominous figure" thing? I don't think so. I think it's the fact that this 'thing' knows exactly what it takes to scare you. That it's so close to you and knows you so well that it knows exactly what to do to hurt you.
But if that's the case, than the bogeyman doesn't just scare children. It scares adults as well. But we know it by a different name...
Love.
I mean, what is love other than showing someone everything they need to know to hurt you? ...And hoping that they don't.
That's where I stand right now. I'm scared to love you. I'm scared to show you who I really am. I'm scared for you to love me back because I'm scared of the thought of me hurting you.
Quite frankly... I'm scared of you.
I'm scared because I know that if I give myself a chance to love you... I will. And it will probably be a stronger love than I've ever known.
So what do I do? Do I open myself up to the chance of being hurt? Which, in turn, could open me up to the chance of experiencing a love better than I could have ever imagined. Or do I continue to hold you at bay; at a distance?
Honestly, I don't know. Right now all I know is that you have the potential to be the bogeyman.
And I'm scared.
I'm scared of you.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Also, it's not a song or poem. So...it's not gonna rhyme. lol...
I'm Scared Of You
The Bogeyman.
The name alone has struck fear into children for many years. But what makes the bogeyman scary? Is it the whole "dark ominous figure" thing? I don't think so. I think it's the fact that this 'thing' knows exactly what it takes to scare you. That it's so close to you and knows you so well that it knows exactly what to do to hurt you.
But if that's the case, than the bogeyman doesn't just scare children. It scares adults as well. But we know it by a different name...
Love.
I mean, what is love other than showing someone everything they need to know to hurt you? ...And hoping that they don't.
That's where I stand right now. I'm scared to love you. I'm scared to show you who I really am. I'm scared for you to love me back because I'm scared of the thought of me hurting you.
Quite frankly... I'm scared of you.
I'm scared because I know that if I give myself a chance to love you... I will. And it will probably be a stronger love than I've ever known.
So what do I do? Do I open myself up to the chance of being hurt? Which, in turn, could open me up to the chance of experiencing a love better than I could have ever imagined. Or do I continue to hold you at bay; at a distance?
Honestly, I don't know. Right now all I know is that you have the potential to be the bogeyman.
And I'm scared.
I'm scared of you.
Live, love & learn!
-The King
Thursday, January 8, 2009
New year, new outlook, and one word... "Yes"
Ok, so I haven't written in my actual blog in a long time. So here goes...
The new year is upon us. 2008 was very productive but went by in a flash.
So here it is... 2009. So much to look forward to.
Most importantly: President Obama! This man is going to change the nation. As long as no idiot tries to, in lieu of the real word, 'stop' him. (You know what what I mean.) I have faith though.
...But I digress.
Now to more personal issues. I kind of have a new mantra in life for this new year. It's really bringing some happiness into my life. And anyone who really knows me knows that my most frequented emotional state is one of borderline depression. And most of the time I don't even know why.
But that's all changing with this new outlook on life.
Sidenote: Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? I really do. Even something as minuscule as going to the movies.
Which brings me to my point. The first movie that I saw in the new year was "Yes Man". Now, to most, this may be just another over the top, slightly overacting, Jim Carey comedy. But I found something beyond that in this film. The general concept of the movie was to not let life pass you by and to not be afraid to say yes to the opportunities that life provides you. Not everyone left that theater realizing the deeper meaning of the movie. But it really stood out to me.
And that's what I plan to do in the new year. I am refusing to have any regrets in 2009. I refuse to say, "I wonder what would have happened if I would have...". Basically, I'm removing "What if I...", and "If only I had...", and every other synonymous phrase from my vocabulary. Instead, I'm going for those things that I never thought I would.
And you know what...it's working! I've never had so many things go my way in one week's time. It's amazing what can happen when you put more of a positive vibe out into the world. It really does come back.
So I would definitely recommend that everyone spend this year doing a little more living. No regrets!
Live, love & learn!
-The King
P.S.
I will do my best to get back to keeping this blog updated.
The new year is upon us. 2008 was very productive but went by in a flash.
So here it is... 2009. So much to look forward to.
Most importantly: President Obama! This man is going to change the nation. As long as no idiot tries to, in lieu of the real word, 'stop' him. (You know what what I mean.) I have faith though.
...But I digress.
Now to more personal issues. I kind of have a new mantra in life for this new year. It's really bringing some happiness into my life. And anyone who really knows me knows that my most frequented emotional state is one of borderline depression. And most of the time I don't even know why.
But that's all changing with this new outlook on life.
Sidenote: Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? I really do. Even something as minuscule as going to the movies.
Which brings me to my point. The first movie that I saw in the new year was "Yes Man". Now, to most, this may be just another over the top, slightly overacting, Jim Carey comedy. But I found something beyond that in this film. The general concept of the movie was to not let life pass you by and to not be afraid to say yes to the opportunities that life provides you. Not everyone left that theater realizing the deeper meaning of the movie. But it really stood out to me.
And that's what I plan to do in the new year. I am refusing to have any regrets in 2009. I refuse to say, "I wonder what would have happened if I would have...". Basically, I'm removing "What if I...", and "If only I had...", and every other synonymous phrase from my vocabulary. Instead, I'm going for those things that I never thought I would.
And you know what...it's working! I've never had so many things go my way in one week's time. It's amazing what can happen when you put more of a positive vibe out into the world. It really does come back.
So I would definitely recommend that everyone spend this year doing a little more living. No regrets!
Live, love & learn!
-The King
P.S.
I will do my best to get back to keeping this blog updated.
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