Lets Cut to The Chase, it’s hard to live out there. Let me tell you. I went on the D.L. (down low) once again to recollect myself. “Seclusion to find seclusion”, you might say. Upon my visit there, you really start to get in depth. My bravery has no limits, my fear is only peaked at the face of trouble, and my depth perception is the confidence that backs it up.
The enlightenment is the background and the platform in my life. It gives me all sorts of pride, not only for spontaneous ideas, but I feel the joy I didn’t once have.
For Humanitarian Day I mostly thought about all the greats before my time, and one’s that are still with us today. To be one with human kind. I often thought about the label that still baffles me that you can grow some type of envy for it, or ridicule. Mostly on a type of religious basis.
*Note humanitarian – One promoting human welfare especially through philanthropy.
This got me thinking on the way I perceive myself among others.
I have actually made several peaceful protests in my day, several in California, and Dallas. I fight from the heart to sanctify life between right and wrong.
As I continue to follow the path, I take on the other adventures I pursue. As in a writing transcended to a form of activism. It takes it to whole different level. Perfection is something to strive on and being a “fundamentally functioning” person is not easy. I still make mistakes on what really is the truth out there. Not to mention I still make mistakes in general.
This is a constant battle. Expressing myself with integrity, but actually trying to stay humble. I don’t know if it’s God that makes me yearn for life or if it’s the earthly , no boundaries, that push me. As Humanly Possible, I try to be the best at what I can be, and try to do great things.