I did it for the culture....
If I said that it'll be a lie. I did it for me. I did it for my dreams. I did it for my future. I did it for my kids. Most of all I did it for my legacy. I want to set the bar. I don't want to be the example, I want to be the exception. I want to show the impossible, not tell the "what if" story. I wish I could've just said I did it to make my mom proud. Honestly that's not why my life is lived. Against the grain and overachieving is where most of my achievements lie. Doing what I most fear at such a rate of self destruction is where I see my accomplishments. I did it for me. I did it for life. It had to be done. I was the one that had to do it. It had to be me. I achieved it. I accomplished it. I killed him.
It wasn't quick. No guns or knives. Bats or even punches. I simply suffocated him...
Having all the power in the world to stop it, but knowing it was for the best. Not letting all the strength and courage it took for you to get to the this point fade. All the practice and patience. The studying, learning his strengths and weaknesses. Learning how to attack and counter attack. Taking any chance of survival away. Sitting, watching, and anticipating... Here's my chance. Cold night air ripping through my rain coat as the rain ran down my hands making it damn near impossible to grip the plastic bag. Chance of execution is slim. It has to be here. It has to now. They night will cut his vision and the rain will keep his attention. He can not live not another second. Here goes nothing.
Only thing is...
It didn't go anything like that. It did get your attention. I did kill someone. Me. I couldn't go on anymore. Well not being the person I was. I could no longer surrender to a life of settling for what was given. Friends that only focus what's new and family that focus more creating debt than wealth. One day I simply decided I would just step out the quick sand. No more stationary bicycles. In order to do so I had to just simple stop. Stop inconveniencing myself just to accommodate family. Stop buying new stuff just to show off for the hood. Just stop. Stop. STOP. (Take a minute right now just to sit still. No moving) Not at all easy. Sometimes stopping is hard, but no stopping will kill you. Can't please everyone. Especially if you're not happy. We are creatures of habits. Don't believe me? Get in a stressful situation and watch how you revert back to what you know best. Only way to really stop is to kill it. Burn it to the ground. rebuild through the ashes.
Make your friends rich and your enemies rich, Sit back and see which is which.
That statement does not have anything to do with what I'm writing. It was just a real statement from Ironman. I will just say watch the hands. Success bring out the worse in people. Not them being successful. Your success. Whether they are well accomplished, a fixture, or a prodigy. They don't want success for you. I love the slow claps. You know the one accompany by the smirks. That is follow by that statement... "He use to be.." He in which you speak of is deceased. Shouldn't speak ill of the dead. They greatest (and worst) thing about success is that it makes people pay attention. It forces you into the conversation. You will notice by the statements of... "I just talked about you last week..". Good or bad my name rolled off your tongue and into another's ears. That's how success travel. Life is funny. Death is real. In every death there is a change in life. I simply used my death to spark a change in my life. If you died today... What life would you create?
Having all the power in the world to stop it, but knowing it was for the best. Not letting all the strength and courage it took for you to get to the this point fade. All the practice and patience. The studying, learning his strengths and weaknesses. Learning how to attack and counter attack. Taking any chance of survival away. Sitting, watching, and anticipating... Here's my chance. Cold night air ripping through my rain coat as the rain ran down my hands making it damn near impossible to grip the plastic bag. Chance of execution is slim. It has to be here. It has to now. They night will cut his vision and the rain will keep his attention. He can not live not another second. Here goes nothing.
Only thing is...
It didn't go anything like that. It did get your attention. I did kill someone. Me. I couldn't go on anymore. Well not being the person I was. I could no longer surrender to a life of settling for what was given. Friends that only focus what's new and family that focus more creating debt than wealth. One day I simply decided I would just step out the quick sand. No more stationary bicycles. In order to do so I had to just simple stop. Stop inconveniencing myself just to accommodate family. Stop buying new stuff just to show off for the hood. Just stop. Stop. STOP. (Take a minute right now just to sit still. No moving) Not at all easy. Sometimes stopping is hard, but no stopping will kill you. Can't please everyone. Especially if you're not happy. We are creatures of habits. Don't believe me? Get in a stressful situation and watch how you revert back to what you know best. Only way to really stop is to kill it. Burn it to the ground. rebuild through the ashes.
Make your friends rich and your enemies rich, Sit back and see which is which.
That statement does not have anything to do with what I'm writing. It was just a real statement from Ironman. I will just say watch the hands. Success bring out the worse in people. Not them being successful. Your success. Whether they are well accomplished, a fixture, or a prodigy. They don't want success for you. I love the slow claps. You know the one accompany by the smirks. That is follow by that statement... "He use to be.." He in which you speak of is deceased. Shouldn't speak ill of the dead. They greatest (and worst) thing about success is that it makes people pay attention. It forces you into the conversation. You will notice by the statements of... "I just talked about you last week..". Good or bad my name rolled off your tongue and into another's ears. That's how success travel. Life is funny. Death is real. In every death there is a change in life. I simply used my death to spark a change in my life. If you died today... What life would you create?
