Maybe it’s the last night…. right?

Lately, I’ve been growing up in front of a lot of folks while I’ve witness self growth in others around me during this process of transition. Personally, its pretty cool as you see how people deal with their demons on a daily basis. For instance, when I was younger, I play a bunch of Street of Rage 3 & Mortal Kombat for the Sega Genesis. This saw a lot of throwing of the controller, chairs, etc. due to the simple fact: of not knowing how to deal with a mistake that resulting in “Game Over” or losing to someone. Looking back that “fire” or desire to win at any cost from my childhood has been a double edge sword in this toxic world. Of course I’ve probably gain things some folks may of given up because of that same drive.  Yet…

Next time you go outside, just observe the people around your community. You’ll see a bunch of people that haven’t received the cruel joke that will hit them yet. For some, its may be in the next  few minutes, for others its could be decades away. Its a pretty raw way of looking at life I admit. I’m no exception, especially considering I’m like many that take for granted time given because we don’t know how much we bought when we came into this world. People for the most part build this wall the highest I find around these kind of fears (death, phobias, etc.) in my experience.  Some  are better with dealing with life without that knowledge as some drunk woman told me at a club.

Yet this past week I met a man who found the mental strength to stop listening to these demons & possibly avoid being another, for now, from getting the last laugh from life. The guy ending up changing his life for the better even those he live with fighting that addiction of drugs for the rest of his life. I must say it was quite dope to find out he also a footy fan and wanted to go for drinks as well another time. Where his number go?

Nevertheless, that night was a cool learning experience and deep reflection thanks to BTI in the ears for a long walk home to sort stuff out. Starting to fall out of love with clubbing if I’m allowed to be honest here. Its probably due to all the familiar faces you run into and asking yourself “don’t you have better things to be doing with your time?” Than again, I bet they probably are asking the same thing when they run into me. That the thing with life, never know when that cruel punchline coming or what other people are thinking and fighting in this toxic place

 

I’m lost again,

 

#MisUnderstoodProphet