A year ago, I learned a life lesson. It's not about how good or bad life is, it's about enjoying the good and finding the silver lining when it's not. Never giving up when things look bleak.
A year ago, I didn't have a job. I sold almost all my music equipment. But instead of complaining about not having a job or losing all my gear, I enjoyed the free time I finally got. I was counting down the weeks until my unemployment ran out. I was unsure what my next move was, because every move seemed to not work. I was enjoying my life as much as I could. It was like a guy playing blackjack with 2 2's and the dealer has a bust. I call that blessed.
6 months ago, I was unhappy, I was stressed and my life felt like it was crumbling around me. I hated my job, I was in a stressful and dying relationship, I wanted to quit school........I was miserable. Every thing I touched felt like it turned to crap. I was in a downward spiral and I just couldn't do anything to stop it. I kept a smile on my face, a laugh in my lung but I on the inside, I just couldn't enjoy life.
Now, I have a job even when the economy said it was impossible. I'm stress....less. Yes, there are things that worry me, there are things that upset me, but at the end of the day I remain happy. I'm me again! A year later, I can say that I'm honestly in love with life. But I know this much, I'll never forget the lesson I've learned.
All I can do is testify now. God is good....no incredible! Matter of fact....there's not human word that could describe how good God is. God is just....
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
I wanted to sleep but I feel like venting. So many things on my mind right now. Something that evolved from a converstation I had earlier with a co-worker.
Dear Women,
Sometimes.....I'm tired of being the nice guy. I'm tired of being the "there should be more men like you" guy. I'm tired of being of being just a friend. I'm. Tired of just being a "real great guy". I'm tired for being overlooked for the man that isn't capable of loving the way I do. The love I show knows no equal yet goes unshown. All I want to do is treat you like the queen you deserve to be. Yet I get passed over by the guy that treats you like a peasent. I want to give you the world...and you take it. But you give it to the man that give you nothing but discontent. You say you want an aggressive man, but when he puts his hands on you, you call it "passion". Don't mistake my cool, my calm and my zen for weakness. I'm aggressive when it's needed the most. I'm a nice guy, not a push over. I don't show aggression because my mind has no boundaries. I've be transformed into a winner and competitor, even if it feels like I'm always losing you. I'm tired of being the guy you complain to about that very "man" you left us for, when we both know you should be with us. I'm tired of being heart broken and feeling like a fool.......seeing some undeserving guy taking the person that makes us smile brighter than the light of a billion burning suns. Yeah.....they say nice guys finish last and get the most priceless gem. However.....it gets harder and harder when we find that precious gem and she leave for a guy that treats her like plastic. I'm tired of being told what you want, when we sit and listen to you discribe us. All we want is that chance to finally love that precious gem that we found so many times. That chance to make all you female friends jealous when you tell them how we treat you. When you tell them the things we do for you, that they can only dream about. Give us the chance of having our queen......the chance to love you. One day.....we will be that happiest men on earth....the only thing we want...is for you to be there to share it with.
Your friends,
The Nice Guys
Dear Women,
Sometimes.....I'm tired of being the nice guy. I'm tired of being the "there should be more men like you" guy. I'm tired of being of being just a friend. I'm. Tired of just being a "real great guy". I'm tired for being overlooked for the man that isn't capable of loving the way I do. The love I show knows no equal yet goes unshown. All I want to do is treat you like the queen you deserve to be. Yet I get passed over by the guy that treats you like a peasent. I want to give you the world...and you take it. But you give it to the man that give you nothing but discontent. You say you want an aggressive man, but when he puts his hands on you, you call it "passion". Don't mistake my cool, my calm and my zen for weakness. I'm aggressive when it's needed the most. I'm a nice guy, not a push over. I don't show aggression because my mind has no boundaries. I've be transformed into a winner and competitor, even if it feels like I'm always losing you. I'm tired of being the guy you complain to about that very "man" you left us for, when we both know you should be with us. I'm tired of being heart broken and feeling like a fool.......seeing some undeserving guy taking the person that makes us smile brighter than the light of a billion burning suns. Yeah.....they say nice guys finish last and get the most priceless gem. However.....it gets harder and harder when we find that precious gem and she leave for a guy that treats her like plastic. I'm tired of being told what you want, when we sit and listen to you discribe us. All we want is that chance to finally love that precious gem that we found so many times. That chance to make all you female friends jealous when you tell them how we treat you. When you tell them the things we do for you, that they can only dream about. Give us the chance of having our queen......the chance to love you. One day.....we will be that happiest men on earth....the only thing we want...is for you to be there to share it with.
Your friends,
The Nice Guys
Thursday, December 1, 2011
%99? Let's change it to %95
I know this whole.....occupy LA and Wall Street madness is over. Thank God!
I for one, don't feel like being bunched into the mass group of the %99, mainly because not all of us share the same beliefs at all.
Firstly....%99......why do you disregard the fact that a good number of the %1 USE TO BE THE %99???? Why do you insult the sleepless nights, social exile, blood, sweat and tears they spent busting their butts to be where they are? Do you no know that you were the same people that insulted them and laughed in their face when they said "One day you'll work for me!" Well guess what, you do!
Ok, yeah, they have this control over everything. But that's what they worked hard for! They weren't out protesting because they don't have a 6+ figure job. They were inside fighting all odds to get it!
The part that gets me tho....most of all....is how you protest....yet you're so dependent on them. You sit in and sip on your Starbucks coffee, yet you protest the %1. You can't LIVE without your iPod or iPhone, yet you protest the %1. You dress in name brand clothes like Gap, Banana Republic, Nike, American Eagle, Ambacrombe & Finch, ect. Yet while wearing those clothes, you protest. You watch and enjoy sports and movies, buy jerseys and what not, go to games and pay to see movies...but did you not realize you're protesting against them too? You drive your cars, regardless of type, yet you protest the people that make them (and your gas).
I could go on like this for a loooooong long time, but I'll stop now.
All I'm saying is, until you can live with any of these comforts of life, shut that mouth, the live life with the cards you were dealt. Most of us have fantastic lives even tho we aren't "The %1". We struggle, yes. We grind. We work. But we HAVE. Majority of us will never know what it means to be poor, not broke, poor. Majority of us will never know what it feels like to not know where we're going to sleep tonight, or if we're going to eat today.
The worst part is, when those people need help, we turn our backs on them so we can complain about "The %1" without turning around to gain some prospective.
You aren't the %99, you're the %95, because there's %4 of people that you forgot about.
I for one, don't feel like being bunched into the mass group of the %99, mainly because not all of us share the same beliefs at all.
Firstly....%99......why do you disregard the fact that a good number of the %1 USE TO BE THE %99???? Why do you insult the sleepless nights, social exile, blood, sweat and tears they spent busting their butts to be where they are? Do you no know that you were the same people that insulted them and laughed in their face when they said "One day you'll work for me!" Well guess what, you do!
Ok, yeah, they have this control over everything. But that's what they worked hard for! They weren't out protesting because they don't have a 6+ figure job. They were inside fighting all odds to get it!
The part that gets me tho....most of all....is how you protest....yet you're so dependent on them. You sit in and sip on your Starbucks coffee, yet you protest the %1. You can't LIVE without your iPod or iPhone, yet you protest the %1. You dress in name brand clothes like Gap, Banana Republic, Nike, American Eagle, Ambacrombe & Finch, ect. Yet while wearing those clothes, you protest. You watch and enjoy sports and movies, buy jerseys and what not, go to games and pay to see movies...but did you not realize you're protesting against them too? You drive your cars, regardless of type, yet you protest the people that make them (and your gas).
I could go on like this for a loooooong long time, but I'll stop now.
All I'm saying is, until you can live with any of these comforts of life, shut that mouth, the live life with the cards you were dealt. Most of us have fantastic lives even tho we aren't "The %1". We struggle, yes. We grind. We work. But we HAVE. Majority of us will never know what it means to be poor, not broke, poor. Majority of us will never know what it feels like to not know where we're going to sleep tonight, or if we're going to eat today.
The worst part is, when those people need help, we turn our backs on them so we can complain about "The %1" without turning around to gain some prospective.
You aren't the %99, you're the %95, because there's %4 of people that you forgot about.
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