I remember a time when I wished that today would hurry up and be over. So I would crash out. Only to wake up the next ending it with the same thought. Wasting my time. Procrastinating.
I remember wondering if others were worthy of possessing what I wished to posess. But when their worthiness became irrelevant, this is when I began to have knowledge of my self. My worthiness, my worthlessness and my value. I do not regret any of which I have gone through to get here. Only feel sorrow for those are destined to repeat it.
To quote my mentor, the great JB.
There are but a chosen few who break out of the circle which appears to be a straight line.
How profound, how profound.
I do not apologize for taking what’s mine. There are a few who owe me apologies. But do they really? Would it change the way I feel? Or what they did or didn’t? Why do we dwell on such thoughts? Why do I? Why ask why. Stop wasting time.
Handle yo bizzness.
We the F%#n' People 