i was clickin through some old songs yester/today and i got ta thinkin..i should make an EP out of stuff that didnt make it to WET.PLUG.TRIP
and speakin of…i came across this – which i made in Sept. 06 it would seem..anyway..check it out, and leave thoughts if you’re so inclined. (not to mention it sums me up pretty well methinks..)
Tonight is the last night I will spend in this bedroom. It’s not the only bedroom I’ve had in this house, but when we first moved to Newark (14 years ago), this was originally my room.
Today was a pretty nice day. It started at 7 and I only had 3 hours of sleep, but I wouldnt trade this day for the world (actually, I remarked to my boy bash today “…alot can get done in the day when you get up early!!..” -duh, i know…). With few interruptions (and relatively fast) I got 90% of what I needed in my new apartment, into my apartment. By now (3:34am) – my studio is setup…my living room is “arranged”, my bedroom “arranged”…blah blah blah…i mean: i’m in. It’s nice. Sometimes (when I improperly focus on others I know) I feel tremendously behind schedule – only now (at 24) moving into my first place, but I know better. I have my reasons why this has not happened until now, and you know- I think I’m better suited for this now, than if I’d let impatience or “the rush to be grown” get the best of me at an earlier age. I’m only moving a few blocks down the street from where I currently stay (thus, where my parents live) but still…feels good to feel the weight of my life sink heavier into my hands. Alot of things have happened this year. Alot of changes and interesting developments- not all of them “easy”- but none of them I feel ill towards or regret (now that i think of it, what good is “things being easy” anyway?).
By tomorrow I will be in a new house, and a new life- considering other recent developments. A week or so from now, I will have a new job (still working for the same company, but in a new dept) – one closer to what I’ve devoted my life to studying, and when I think of it all, it’s kind of overwhelming…but not the bad kind of overwhelming…the nice kind. It interesting (to say the least). Both of these changes are happening around the same time, and my eagerness to “greet” this change has brought a couple of thing into perspective. One thing in particular, however:
This past year, I’ve read a few books ranging from economics and e-commerce to the nature of the spiritual universe (the only universe if you ask me) and fables/morality tales. As recently as this month also, I’ve decided to finally seize/begin my life long desire to truly read the bible – if nothing else, to say I’ve read it in its entirety (all too often I witness, and even engage in many “biblical” discussions, where no persons involved have actually devoured the text they(we) are defending/debating [note i dont say "spiritual" as these conversations directly regard what we know as "the bible"]). Reading all of this, however, I’ve come to discover a common thread, which I believe to be very important- and I’ve held (and hold) this very dear- concerning my arriving at this moment, my feelings in this moment, and the moment(s) that may follow:
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(1) What you give out to the Universe [by the LAW(S) of the Universe] will return to you, PERMITTING you simply have faith in the truth of this universal law- and the patience to allow the Universe (some call time/fate/God – ‘..by any other name..’) to acknowledge your desire/intent- and manifest…
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…I wish I could share to you, the MAGNITUDE of truth I’ve found in this, over this past year. It’s a tricky truth, a double-edged sword even- but no less true. We humans (as animals) are far from a patient or faithful breed, and we’ve too much ego and fear to remain consistent in this way, yet- the law still acts (should we allow it to) in our favor. The only time it doesnt favor us, is when our impatience and doubt gets the best of us- leading us to get in the way (or out of the way) of exactly what we’ve requested! Doubt itself (as I understand it currently) is really a bit like faith turned on its head, for to doubt that I can have/witness what I truly desire/need- is to stronglybelieve that i can’t have it, or worse even- it was never mine in the first place…so, try as I may to make things go my way- i dont believe they will, and become blind to all doors that will lead me, ultimately, into the direction I “mentally” have declared as “desired”… I mean well, I’ll still get there- but not until I believe and wait attentively…but I dont mean to declare myself as having mastered all doubt and impatience within my person yet…I’m just saying I’m noticing these things and getting excited about them… (things that I heard about via the message of Jesus since a child, but the world has a way of turning faithful children, into doubtful “adult-sized” babies- smh)
(i know, i know, i’m on that heavy shit…just had to share that with ya’ll- aint ya’ll realized by now I feel obligated to pass onto you the lessons i’ve learned? ..might help you someday [maybe even today *wink*])
Anyway, I said all that to say: If I were not careful – even with new possibilities on the horizon – I might’ve (still might actually- I still have a week or so until my new job) let my impatience, doubt, and outright childishness stand in the way of the universe’s natural will to respond to my intentions/desire. I mean hell, if we’re all of the same spiritual makeup/source (life/animation being the common current between us, the plants, the animals, the stars, and so on and so on)…why wouldnt I have a built in connection to all within my world? (could the “uni-” in universe stand for united??? *hmm*)
But it doesnt stop here: this also means, my fears/hate/all around negativity – by this same law- will manifest as long as i cling to it… (spooky huh? ..i like it. feel encouraged, challenged and inspired in the face of this it even). Perhaps this is why, in spite of my own destructive behavior…i am spared. Maybe my sparing/consideration of others- acts (in time, not to mention indirectly) in my benefit. Maybe I’m just prone to concentrate on when things dont go in my favor – which…may after all be because I dont operate in my own favor… hmmm *strokes chin*
(Yeah, I know…)
So I could go on and on.. (and I’m sure I will later) but I just wanted to share what are generally my final thoughts. Not only on this year, but also on my 24 years of life thus far. Never before, have I made “New Years Resolutions” (mostly because I doubted my ability to commit to them :eyeroll:) but I think I’ll make a couple -or at least on big on- for 2010…actually, no.. not just for 2010…thats not ambitions enough for me…let’s take it all the way..
i’ll leave you to ponder on what the ultimate resolution is..
(see you in the funny papers)
-sah
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(music by the beatles -by way of- syreeta wright; ‘she’s leaving home‘)
…i remember vividly (at a very young age, i might add) taking notes on the fresh prince of bel-air. it didnt take a genius to see that will smith (or at least, his character-of the same name) had a way with women. not me tho (…well as far as i knew)…i was a short, nerdy, goodie-two-shoes preacher’s kid with a girl’s last name. not exactly the type you saw on television with all the all the goods (and thusly- all the girls), so to me- it made sense to take note of the philly-raised prince. some of his lines i remember clear as day: “..girl i know your feet are tired, cuz you’ve been runnin through my mind ALL day..” i’d rehearse these lines to myself and then deliver them on a school bus to giggling girls -who probably recognized them just the same, but admired my intent. “lines” couldnt change the truth though, i knew nothing more than to be me. and even though that brought along an occasional crush- few of these registered, and all i knew is i wanted desperately to be “cool”.
fast forward to early-middle school and i was rarely without a “girlfriend”. still, you couldnt convince me i had much of a “pull” (i really dont know what it was/is but my self-image has always been so, and even as i’ve settled into my own skin- complements make me uncomfortable..but i suppose we’ll dig into that some other time). my sister, mother, grandmother (etc) teasingly called me “a mack” but i sincerely can’t express to you how far that was from how i felt…(…whatever, whatever…the beat goes on right?..)
8th grade. something happened that slowly developed into a trend. at the end of a church conference, my very first love wrote me a letter. immediately after this conference i would be leaving to stay down south with my family in alabama, and on my last day before the flight, my sweetheart was crying (come to think of it now, this was my first time seing a girl -i liked- cry- and i was visibly shaken).. actually, every “grown person” i knew at the conference was “sniffin me for sex” because EVERYBODY knew we were sweethearts, and here she was crying like i died. (mind you, this is all new to me- as far as i knew, i wasnt shit special). so.. i see her, she gives me her letter, and i’m alabama bound..
(..now the letter..*exhale*)
…i dont remember the letter verbatim, but i’d be lying if i said i didnt know where it was. it was written in red ink, and the only reason i still have it (and admittedly, every “love” letter i’ve ever received) is because i never believed it truly belonged to me…
..even now i feel funny typing about it..it’s weird (see: self-image, unworthiness-feeling..if i told u you’d think i was bullshitting *frown*..)
..so yeah, anyway…pretty much the letter said that the week we shared together was the “best in her life” (we were pretty young, so im sure she’s enjoyed more since then lol). i was the “sweetest, most kind hearted..”...and so on, and so on…(i dont wanna dwell on that, cuz i dont feel right…giving myself all that..you know..)..anyway, the letter terrified me (dumb as that sounds) and as touched as i was (and as much as i felt for her), i truly couldnt figure out who she’d spent time with. surely not me.. i mean, by then i knew how to “talk” like i was “cool”..and no, i wasnt a dick (thats just not me, or who i wanted to be)..but the compliments in said letter just didnt “fit” me…i dunno..
..so, long story short..that relationship took the road most young relationships do. most of it (a year actually) was spent on the phone, and though we had one date (the mall on valentines, to see “she’s all that” -smh)…i ended the relationship because “i didnt feel the same anymore” (my mother swore it was some other girl, but i just grew tired of phone calls i guess..who cant relate to that right?) to this day we’re pretty cool, and she knows (or should know) more than anybody she stands as one of the sweetest, most loving women i know, and i consider it a blessing from God that my relationship life began with her (not that i imagine an 8th grade romance couldve gone any other way, but i still consider it’s end to be a sign of foolishness on my part- a feeling i’ve expressed to her countless times..much to her confusion i’m sure lol).
…now as the years moved on i was “blessed”(?) to have a girlfriend (or something like it) every following year..
(..i say “blessed” with a question mark, because i honestly dont attribute any of this to my being a smooth character or nothing, and i know now it wasnt the same for everyone…i was lucky i guess…my sister said its cuz i was “pretty”..but if i told you i could see where she drew that from, i’d be lying..i mean, i know better than to call myself ugly now…but back then…anyway..)
..usually the relationships would go the same way: we’d meet, grow close, and at some point she’s declare me almost (if not) “the one”. i never got it, but accepted that they seemed happy, and eventually some frivolous affair would bring our union to a close. sometimes me, sometimes them. but young relationships, being what they are, usually find their way to separation. by this point, admittedly, i was still taking notes on “smooth operators” and ladies-men, however, but with little to any awareness of its affect- because though i could find relationships, i couldnt keep them. so as far as i knew, my notes were faulty…and then came junior year…
junior year was interesting to say the least. without divulging too much information, i found myself in interesting company: a friend of a friend became more than a friend and alot of things began to change. what we had was sex. in it’s most animal sense. and though i was far from a virgin, i might as well have been because it was one of those dramatic awakenings you read about in romance novels. as far as i knew/know, for her it was the same, and there was rarely a moment we didn’t stink of teenage heat. and then came what comes with newly awakened youthful bodies… a screeching halt, provided by that of someone else..
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