Lesson Learned

No more planting seeds of intent through Verbal and Grammatical de-composure.

The truth is: I have manipulated self into belief through the art of slowly feeding the ego, that as an individual I am greater or bigger than the reality of what I am.

Confession: My hobby is my escape, and I converted loving it -into- exposing it to the public eye, only to receive much admiration and respect for the quality of work.

Conversion: Here is where it all got tricky. Instead of becoming more inspired and grounded, I seemed to have levitated to a different plateau thinking I am something that I am not.

Acceptance: I am just a kid, with a craft which is an ageless art form longing to be spoon fed into true fruition and discovery.

Reality-check: I need this to survive, more than I want this to thrive. It is a stream of nurturing that I cannot turn into a house for recognition. I recognize that through silence of construct, I break all ties to conduct, I become a simpler viewer of self-reflection.

Message: Self-reflection is stronger, more powerful, and more weighty than self-indulgence and recognition of false-power through dialogue with ego. That in reality is a form of __________.

Commencement into Professionalism.

Bismillah Arrahman Arraheem.

I start this journey with my feet to the ground, ears to the streets, eyes on the prize, and head held up high. I move forward, after I get a chance to reflect on some of my experiences that leave me moved and in contemplation. This is somewhat like therapy, I write to get things off of my chest, cleanse my soul, and lighten up my psyche. Plus this can be a platform for information sharing, where observations from the world around us can be put into perspective, discussed objectively, and given a medium to birth new knowledge and gain clarity for our minds to be stimulated, hearts to be fulfilled, and souls to be nurtured.

This can be a healthy outlet, aside from music making, and poetry. Enjoy being on the browsing end of the web-log, for this can be a long term relationship between the reader and the writer, where we write through the tough times, coast through the mundane, and reflect on the good days. So here is a toast for a healthy bond of a companionship, where I hold up my end in not being biased or place for personal attacks, and you become a regular visitor and a loyal reader to my home cooked material.

This is the era of the Self-Made Thousandaire. Bless up~!

PEACE and Hair Grease, Finance never lease.~!