The Inspiration...

People don't generally believe they can make a difference. Whether it's in other people's lives, the environment, or a whole country. Maybe those goals are bit harder to achieve, but anything is possible. About 2 weeks ago coming back from the other side of NYC back to my Apt, while I was on the F train going Up(♪on a downtown line♪...sorry Gym Class Heroes moment..) As usual at that time maybe around 4 or 5 in the morning, I'm constantly slipping in and out consciousness, when I see a familiar face sit across from me in almost a mirror state of consciousness himself. His name is E****, and he used to work at Burlington Coat Factory back when I was there, he was the custodian, nice dude. So I tap him on the shoulder, the guy looked like he just woken up from a coma, completely unaware as to who I was even though I told him my name. I tell him where we used to work together, then he remembers. He told him what he's been doing with life, as so did I. Turns out he's been working at McDonalds since Burlington, and getting crappy(er) pay, working slave hours, etc. I told him forget McDonalds, your still young, go for a better job. But when I asked him what his highest level of education was he replied with "I dropped out of High School, it was too tough" I told him right away you got to get back in there, get your GED at the very least which is good enough to get into a whole bunch of certification programs (Which definitely make A LOT more money than Mcdonalds ANY day). We began talking about books and I told him where I work, his face lit up like the 4th of July...I told him since he's working so close, drop by and pick up a book on getting a GED, he won't regret it. Granted after persuading him pretty much for the rest of the ride and speaking about the future benefits, he agreed on thinking about it. I said to myself, Ok I'll take that. Low and behold, today, this man proceeds to step to the front desk where I'm seated and sticks his hand out...at this point at work I'm in a daze and ready to go home! Then I realize that it's E*****!, he came up to me and told me, "Hey man I was thinking about what you said, and I want to do it, can you help me?" At this point...I'm shocked that he remembered and actually decided to pursue it. So of course I sent him on his way, once he got what he needed, he came back with a big grin on his face and the GED test book. This goes to show that no matter the time, day, or situation there's always time to try and help somebody. By motivating them to do something more...achieve something better and climb that ladder, because for most of us, we always have to start at the bottom.

Human After all...

I am dumbfounded by how incredibly attracted to her beauty I’ve become. She is so mesmerizing, that her reflection alone on murky water is enough to squeeze the breath from my lungs with such a gentle force, it mirrors a loving mother’s touch on her baby’s skin. She shines so brightly, it’s almost impossible to capture her true magnificence in its entirety, with my incompetent, flawed, human vision. She is truly out of this world! and I can only hope to share the same space with her in my dreams. Her presence is a blessing, but she breaks my heart into so many pieces the puzzle it could create would cover the world. At the beginning of every day I am amazed at how I still have enough love for her at night. She’s here for a few hours, and then gone again. There’s somewhat of a void, like a black hole that takes everything away from me with no remorse, and I swell up inside with a feeling of helplessness, but I fret not, for she is faithful if not by habit and always returns to me, like a boomerang she strikes me right where the feeling is so great that I wish the night would last forever…Yet once again, I am nothing but a feeble mammal against her massive force. For when she departs for the day, I am unable to prevent her from deserting me, for I am only a man, and my physical prowess is limited to the confines of my body own flesh and blood.

2009, change is here!...not....

No, this is not a stab at Barack Obama (Finally he's officially in!). I am talking about a topic that's still highly controversial today, as it was back in the day when they forced people to sit at the back of the bus. But depending on your point of view, it varies greatly and the pendulum swings either way. If you dint get that I am talking about racism by now, it’s time to turn off MTV and pick up a news paper, and get real world information, not watch the “real world”. It’s been so long since the afore mentioned acts were commonly and widely accepted, but still, it goes on around us. It happened to me about 3 days ago at a store. No it’s not the first time it’s happened to me and I’m pretty certain it won’t be the last either, but at least it’s been a lot less obvious. I went to an electronics store with a friend, that’s located across the street from where I work in downtown Manhattan. To those that know me, already know I don’t dress “hood” and by no means portray that I’m a gangster or anything remotely close to that. It’s just so funny that out of everybody that was walking in there, the security guard follows us around. This guy was watching me like I was stuffing DVD’s in my pea coat as soon as I walked into the store. I’m assuming it’s because my friend was wearing a baggy flight jacket that said “Brooklyn” in big embroidered letters on the back and wearing a beanie hat twisted to the side. I couldn’t even shop in peace, though I still managed to find Metal Gear Solid 1(!) and a decent pair of earphones with Mr. Magoo staring at us in plain sight. I mean at least try to do it in an area where we can’t easily notice you serving us grilled cheese looks. Have the decency to treat us like equals and let me buy the merchandise like everybody else. Is my money not the same green as the others? Is it tainted as soon as it reaches the folds of my pockets? If the cashier at the counter didn’t look so worried while I was buying the merchandise, I would of told her that this guy shouldn’t be hawking the customers like that. Yes it’s his duty to protect the store, and be a little suspicious. Though I bet while he was watching us, the real shop lifters go their after Christmas 5 finger discounts in full effect. I let it go for now…until next time, and there will be a next time, because while some people may change (and that’s hardly the case), the circumstance always remains the same. Always judging a book by it’s cover.

The Journey...

It’s a very safe and sound environment, I am out of harms way in here. But something just does not feel right, the air is very thick, it becomes difficult to breathe and Suddenly the safe environment begins to look like a holding cell, I cant seem to getaway from these four walls which if could speak would say leave! God knows they would try to themselves if they weren’t rooted in place, but I digress, my senses are warning me and I feel attracted but repulsed at the same time by the thought current struggle outside… aaahh but the outer surface is unpredictable, very random and incredibly volatile, almost as if jumping into shark infested water with a meat necklace dangling from your collar, any wrong move could mean a much needed, but eternal escape from this cruel world. Yet still its as if on auto pilot, my appendages begin to act on their own, latching on the gear for the journey ahead, only the necessary equipment as if tomorrow does not matter, only the right here and the now. Ready I am for the fight up ahead, clashing against the elements head first. NO thunder strong enough to find my weakness. No rain heavy enough to slow down my momentum. NO snow sleek enough to make my actions unsteady. As I fight through the limitless army sent forth from Gaia’s empire I am yet to see failure as an option. FINALLY VICTORY is mine for the taking… the battle has been won, but the war still rages on. Gauging the distance I’ve put between myself and my home, it’s time to trek back throughout the battlefield and get some much needed rest to revitalize my energy, heaven knows this wont be the last time I have to brave the elements. I take off my running shoes, finish up my after running stretches in order to avoid later pain and finish strong with a bottle of water and a nice warm shower!

La introduction

1^st time blogger here! I guess this qualifies as an intro, to me? I’m a simple person (read easy to hang with, not retarded), I’ve got so much patience sometimes it turns on me for the worse with people, give them a step they take you one foot beyond (sound familiar?) I've noticed that a lot of people get the impression i am an asshole or I'm very quiet/shy...that's not true at all, but if the situation makes it awkward...it's going to BE awkward. This leads me to first impressions, which up until about a year ago I wasn’t able to grasp how significant they could be, especially as time goes by and your still around them…After that it’s just maintenance, but attempting to change the way people perceive your actions after that first impression is still a feat I’m yet to achieve…