Never forget that your education is a privilege that you were fortunate enough to have.
Whether it was the right parents, the right environment, the right financial capabilities, or even the right level of responsibility focus and work ethic, you were placed in a position to focus on education where as a lot of other people were not allotted that same blessing.
A college degree doesn’t make you smarter. It makes you fortunate. And it places the responsibility on yourself for the type of professional, person, and scholar you want to be to the world.
Night has become a time of restlessness for me lately. Thoughts begin to flood my mind as soon as my head hits the pillow. When everything is turned off, all that accompanies me are my thoughts. And I think a lot. Thoughts lead me to many places. Sometimes they lead me to excitement and happiness. Other times they lead me more so into anxiousness. Either way, I find myself traveling to and from, revisiting my past, brainstorming the future as I look up at my ceiling. Something about the darkness above me inspires me to fill it with my own images, my own thoughts. And rather than the night being a spread of shade to rest under, it has become a vast empty canvas for me to paint on.
Don’t ever do anything in this life to feel appreciated. Whatever good you do, do it because you take pride in it. Appreciation is fleeting. It’s great to feel appreciated but don’t let it dictate what you offer to the world.
There are few things I enjoy more than driving alone at night. There’s a vastness, mystery, and endlessness to it. Music sounds better at night. The night time captures your imagination and curiosity in a way the day can’t. I always felt like the day time was much more rigid and schedule oriented. The night is more organic and free flowing. In a way I find myself often daydreaming during the night as I drive. Something about the darkness of night allows me to take it in more vividly.
I done grown up for my child sake, black and mild face Look up loud place, never crowd place Never skirt chase, maybe first grade Never last place, never had brakes (breaks) Pop a transmission, always had faith
Sentimental rain drops The tears fall in increments Like incremental pain drops That wash away the stained spots The western world is just a hive of scum and villainy That’s why superheroes wear disguises in trilogies When the future is uncertain, And the wizard’s just a man inside the booth behind the curtain Behaving like a serpent With a bag full of everything except your home Just remember, be yourself, and accept your own Or run and hide…