The Rain is Gone
Everyone feels pain. It is something that we all share. No one holds this burden of pain alone, yet in the eyes of many, including myself, the idea of empathy is impossible. No one can truly know with absolute certainty how another person feels. For example, if we lose a loved one, say a brother, how we will or won't hurt because of it is based purely off individual relationship with said person. Saying "I know how you feel, I lost....." only truly helps in the sense of the other person trying to help. That's kinda the extent of it. The First album I am listening to in order to get in the correct mind-state for this post is The Pink Lavalamp by Charles Hamilton. Great Album by a great artist on the comeback!
My experiences are not equal to those of others. One may think their life is easier or harder than mine, but honestly, their opinion does not matter ( Unless that person is in a position of power of course). I, and many other people on the Earth feel they have ultimate purpose. As a person, I am not ONLY one thing. I am not ONLY a smart person. I am not ONLY an athletic person. I am not ONLY an artistic person. I am not ONLY crazy. I am not ONLY and optimistic person. I am not only any of the single things that makes me what I am.
Sure, My major is Economics, but it's only my major of study. I do a host of other things, but my goal I feel in my spirit is to become the greatest teacher I can be. By any reasonable means necessary. I mean, I'll be diversifying bonds like these gentlemen. 
That is, my fall back at least. I need to see the money side of the world, of which, I have been so blind to. Gratefully, at least seemingly so, I never had to worry about money growing up. I was always able to have shoes on my feet. I didn't HAVE to "work". The financial aspect of life was simple, just like any aspect of life you aren't bred to encounter.
College is the most graceful reminder that I am far more creative than any teacher aside from Engineering and English led me to believe (Not that it is their fault, either). The answer to life's problems are almost never clear-cut. The answers to questions in school were more biased than they appeared. I learned how "Black History Month" was/is just a fail-safe celebratory measure which is currently used to marginalize the achievements and contributions of the few goldengirls and goldenboys our history books chose to cover. Some of the greatest minds of the Civil Right movement, Daisy Bates, Ella Baker, Bobby Seale, Dorothy Height, Rosa Parks ACTUAL STORY, Huey Newton and his death, the Black Panthers Party's influence on gun laws and their philanthropic actions, Tommie Smith, John Carlos, Daniel Hale Williams, W.E.B. DeBois, the list goes on and on. As the years pass, BHM becomes more about Dr. King's advancements being unparalleled. Granted, the accomplishments of him AND his camp were AMAZING. They will not be easily replicated, due to ignorance amongst the black community, which isn't all its fault, and covert feelings of racism, making increasingly difficult to draw sympathy from bystanders who are unaware of the things POC experience in forms that are not physical.(job opportunity, pulled over for being black, "weird vibes" in rooms, being looked at funny in "white" parties, peoples' high expectations of you in athletics and low expectations of you in classrooms, not being seen as attractive in a culture that IDOLIZES your actions,...) Covert Racism or "Racism 2.0" is a beast. A beast which will not easy be tamed. Dr. King's camp's accomplishments are no insurmountable. The feats are a mountains set forth by elders, which were built to be topped. A record created to be broken by greater feet, not swept under the rug.
Go Head Switch the Style Up So if They Hate then let em Hate
& Watch the Money Pile Up
okay. This is a completely new topic and could be it's own post. Sometimes you realize you messed up. It's not too hard, but in the same token, it is not easy either. When it comes to your love, what your soul, hormones, and emotions desire, it's very easy to go dumb. You can know exactly what the other person is thinking, can be thinking the same thing, yet make no action. Here's a video "Language as the Window into Human Nature" which conveys my point to a T. I would advise watching the whole video, since it all ties into each other, but my point starts at 5:45.
Although I will go over this point much deeper, on the intimate level, men and women are much more similar than we would like to believe, and some studies have even shown that HUMAN libido is bisexual. interesting. It's unproven, but something to think about. Back to topic.
Being blunt solves a lot of problems, but it may just create the same amount that it solves. Hinting at things may allow a person to see things without the aggression associated with confrontation, or asserting yourself, or making a move( take that as you see fit). I am sure most guys have been in situations where they were oblivious to a girl wanting them, while the feeling is mutual, you didn't know. Basically, you just dun goofed and you don't know she'll again have the courage to put her intentions out as far.
And again, it could be weird to talk about. The barrier of language. Though I used a heterosexual example, the case does not necessarily have to be that. Yeah. The leap of faith is a reoccurring theme in my life. I know very soon in my life there will come a time where I will have to jump, and find a way to a solid surface. I've never been brought up in a creative environment, but that is simply how I am. Every time I don't jump when I know I should, I fall on my back. I am tired of falling on my back. I will conquer my chains. I don't believe everything I say for my future (everything being my dreams), but I wish I did. I try to stay optimistic, and I hope my thoughts follow so
Dreams are just loose change in your pockets; how much worth they have is up to you.
-Wendell Thomas III
A Novel Idea
I started writing a book a long time ago, as mentioned in a previous blog post. The premise and background for it is amazing. Like Susanne Collins, Rick Riordan, James Patterson, George R. R. Martin, J. K. Rowling good. Like actually. The end is in sight. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. The light at the end of a tunnel is, in my opinion, scarier than the tunnel itself, because, what is it exactly at the end of the tunnel? Sure the tunnel is dark, but you've come to deal with the darkness. The darkness is what you know. Who is to say I will adjust better to the light? Anyway, it's difficult to create dynamic characters in any story, so ADMIRE any creator who can create a LOGICAL evolution of a character. From me, it requires using characteristics of people I know. Some of these characteristics being the boiled down essences of the less "shiny" parts of my closest friends' and my personalities. It's driving me some sort of crazy. I'm incorporating satire in the book, so there will be themes alluding to the real world. Be prepared for a challenge. There is always a rhyme and reason. Nothing is done for none. This series is coming with full force.
The Red King Kong
I intend on directing, or even co-directing cinematic projects, in the future. I enjoy challenging society. As stated in Chris Rock's "Top Five", "It's never just a book... it's never just a movie.". The things that I do are never just done. There is and will forever always be a rhyme and a reason.
King Kong is black, but a big red beast banging on the side of the Willis Tower would take people by surprise. Sure, it's an enemy, but surprising that it isn't black. No matter what happens in life will there always be a "beast" that needs to be tamed, or misunderstood. We tend to ostracize these beasts by just that nomenclature.
Time Moves So Slowly
My ideas for my musical project are finally coming together in full-form. Although the financial aspects of my life are not where I want them to be, by a longshot (jaja), I will eventually be able to afford the experiences I will display and create. I am excited. Just the thing is, I don't have 500 ones to rub together to do what I gotsta do. Nonetheless, I have faith in myself and my abilities.
Poetry reads nice, and slam poetry is exciting and potent, but the audience just is not big enough for me. My big mouth is just too big. I need more. There is always a rhyme and reason. Nothing is as simple as it appears. Last musical project for this post is Dare Iz A Darkside by Redman.
My life's an open book, - -for flaps - -, you can read it in the borders
Even Stevens - - Spielberg visualizes horrors
Cadavers splash, slap mortars to morgues
