So we get up. We work. We accomplish this or that. And that feels good. But i am wondering WHY these days. What is it about life that has us clinging to it? There are definatly things about life that is appealing. Like food, music, love and people. I just feel like once I accomplish somthing, I get bored with it. To have these collective experieces must mean something special will happen. Then you die. I feel when people are doing their best, just when they are getting a good momentum,they die. Is it because that thing that they craved so much, is finally fullfilled and that means that they can go home. Is life a series of collected experieces that lead us to our predestined fate.
I don't want to believe that anymore. We have so many choices. we have an infinate amount of possibilities. Why is it that we choose what we choose does it mean anything? I dont care I just know that I chooses my own fate. What happens to me is only objective to me. nothing else matters. I not a minority, a black, a negor, a want-to-be. A jigga boo, a whore, a skank, a "gurlfrin." what the fuck us that. relate to me how you would your own mother. with respect and I will be sure to do the same.
Know this, I am not afraid anymore. I refuse to be scared of anything. If it is a challange, I want to take it. I want learn, live, love, fight. I want to freely be me.
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