Tough Love

Have people just forgotten how to be human beings? Is it all about ego? Society acceptance? Spite? I don’t know but I seem to like both my hands so no, I will not cut off one to get back at the other..(MESSAGE!!) reason or being logical is not designed for the average person, it only adds complexity and confusion in someone so far gone that only the spiritual jaws of life can pull them out of their own asses. 

A Win A Win 🥇

Just curious, is doing anything to get a win really a win.. people will go to great lengths to validate what they believe in or to spite someone or something that they don’t. I feel pity for those who’s negative energy train of thought is “by any means necessary”, because sometimes any can carry too heavy of a cost. 

In The Air (part 1)

The alarm cut through the silence like a verdict, and David's eyes opened to the pale blue hush of early morning. Before his feet even touched the cold hardwood floor, his lips were already moving — a quiet prayer offered upward to a ceiling that seemed, in that still moment, to stretch all the way to heaven. Thank you for waking me to see another day. He asked for blessings on those who needed them, for productivity, for positivity, for prosperity — the three pillars he'd built his mornings upon. Then he lay there, just breathing, staring at the ceiling for a long, unhurried five minutes, letting the gratitude settle into his bones like warm light.

He rose with the easy confidence of a man who believed, genuinely believed, that the universe had arranged something good for him today. He pushed open the bedroom window and the October air slipped in cool and sharp, carrying the smell of wet leaves and something else — something faintly metallic he couldn't name and didn't try to. The morning news flickered on from the living room television, the anchor's voice already edged with urgency, already cataloguing disasters, so David turned his back on it and moved to the kitchen, where the French vanilla cappuccino began its slow, sweet miracle in the machine.

He settled at the table with his light breakfast, the mug warm between both hands, steam curling lazily toward the ceiling as sunlight stretched across the floor in long golden panels. He had absolutely no idea. Not the faintest shadow of a premonition. The coffee was perfect, the morning was quiet, and somewhere outside — just three houses down — his neighbor Thomas was standing in his driveway watching a police cruiser roll slowly up the street.