I'm totally digging that song by Aloe Blacc, if you haven't heard it yet go on youtube---listen. This song must be added to my lives soundtrack mos'def. I bet most of you reading this can relate. The beautiful struggle that is to try and make your mark in this outrageously amazing never sleeping city. Yes a beautiful struggle. I'm amazed at how one can wake up crying over what may seem like none sense to others who lack emotion, and then end the day smiling giving a cheers to friendship and the infinite support provided by those once thought to be strangers.
I wish I had a more eloquent way of putting things, but the truth is: Life is fk-in Crazy. The more I grow, and the more I find myself in situations that hand me lessons, the less unfazed I become. But that only lasts for about a minute, since another curve ball is indubitably coming my way.
Lesson #1: Embrace your reality, and understand all is temporary except for happiness. That, you can always have. Just have to remind yourself of it every chance you get.
I'm enjoying my last few days of simple-ness since April will kick off the "Spring/Summer 2010 will be busy and kicking my behind and may cause anxiety attacks so proceed with caution, take each day with a grain of salt, and remember life is too short to remain unnoticed (SD) so be the bright star you are" reality which will be my life.
I believed myself to be a patient person, but I am learning that I was barely there. So starting from scratch I am teaching myself a quality many lack, and few will ever possess. I bet all great leaders had to learn this as well, or if they didn't it was part of why they failed.
I was at the March for immigration reform in DC this past weekend and it looked as if the gates of heaven had been opened. Massive amounts of people, and not just Latinos--Africans,Brazilians (yes I know they are in South America), Irish... Beautiful shades. Looked like a crayola box of 64. Simply awesome. Although my day started at 5 am and I welcomed daylight with some unexpected throwing up (pretty? always) followed by a wisdom toothache (this is when it got fun), I still managed to soak up the energy in the air. I've always wanted to be present at a memorable event- political that is- and I'm glad I seized the opportunity. The best part of the whole day was walking back to the bus. I was able to interact with two young ladies of Colombian descent who attend City College. When I looked back there were no faces to be recognized, we had become one. Unity at its finest. You had drums being played, chants being said. Even the neighbors came outside with pitchers of water and plastic cups to share with their guests.
This beautiful struggle can make one jaded and cynical really quick. But days like the one above, allow my faith in human kind and life to be reborn.
Just gotta have faith.
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