Not all situations deserve energy. Sometimes people are content in a state of negativity-they thrive in it and have no desire to see the light.
There will be times when everything around you is sending signals that make it harder and harder to hold on to your dreams. You give power to circumstance, and find yourself farther and farther away from your vision. Before you know it, your goals have slipped down to the tips of your fingers. The beauty in this struggle is that, they are still very much in reach. Be steadfast-immovable-always abide by the vision you have for your life.
Create your lane outside of the box, there is more room to maneuver. Most people are comfortable inside and you don’t have to worry too much about them veering over, because you now fall into the category of “weird”.
It’s perfectly fine to experience life the way that fits you best. In fact, I highly encourage it. It must suck to get to the end of your life and have all of your reflections add up to a bunch of “bullshit” that somebody else thought you should’ve given a fuck about. Life is to be lived-mistakes are inevitable. Trust your instincts-be you-do you. Even if you get it wrong, it feels a hell of a lot better when the consequences are rightfully yours.
Those people who don’t like you because you do what they wish they could do?
Stop living for other people, you’re only setting yourself up for failure. The only expectations worthy of your consideration are your own.
We are unlike any other group of people-our roots are as varied as our skin tones. We have just a little more bounce in our step-zest in our voice-and color in our character than any group we are compared with. For this reason, we are judged, admired, mimicked, stereotyped-simply misunderstood. We have to prove ourselves, we are guilty until we prove ourselves innocent. We all bare the burden when one of us “mis-steps”. We have to work harder than everyone else because a different set of standards has been developed especially for us. And God forbid we mess up after we have been deemed one of the “decent” or “exceptional” ones.
We can’t hide, there is no blending in. Even before we speak, there is no mistaking one fact: We are black. This, in and of itself qualifies that our lives are different. Even if not in our own eyes, but always in the eye of the “prejudiced”. We’ve made great progress, fought through unspeakable adversity- protested our way into universities and neighborhoods-into positions of power. But, our shortcomings still seem to shine through a little brighter than our accomplishments. The residue of our ancestors’ reality is all around. We are only as good as our weakest link and our neighborhoods are in turmoil-our children aren’t living long enough to reach their full potential-to fulfill their purpose-to build families. Historically, our families have been the cornerstone of our communities.
It’s apparent that the wounds of our past are just a little deeper than some of us are all willing to let on. Chicago did not become a war zone because people with a fair chance decided not to take advantage of it-New Orleans didn’t become the “murder capital” because a whole population of people said “we don’t want to succeed”-the teen birthrate for african-american teens in Memphis didn’t skyrocket because little black girls decided that they wanted to reduce their chances of achieving success. These things are the residue of the unimaginable pain our people endured not just physically, but psychologically. There is a sense of hopelessness that has been passed down through generations. We are poorer than other races because we weren’t given the same opportunities to acquire wealth. While other races were chasing the “American dream” we were trying to pick up the pieces of endless years of slavery-trying to mentally adjust to freedom. Removing the chains doesn’t grant instant freedom.
This is not to insinuate that all other races were handed a “silver spoon”. It’s just to say that no one gets to determine when “we” should be “over it”. We’re talking about generations of slavery-pain-of being at a social and spiritual disadvantage. It means that we’ve been through a lot -that we’re still carrying the pain of those who came before us-who paved the way or at least tried to. It’s a lot deeper than what the media reports. It is not our intention to perpetuate negative stereotypes. All of us want to do better-to overcome-it’s just that some of us don’t know any better. We must receive spiritual help before we can move forward.
I say “we” because although it can be quite frustrating-we are only as strong as our weakest link. We shouldn’t abandon our neighborhoods-our communities-our people. There is no conquering in division. I know it seems like it’s beyond repair, but I’m sure a slave with your blood flowing through their veins, visions of freedom became clouded or lost in despair at some point. When you submit to hopelessness, you accept defeat. What if they had done the same?