My life is far perfect. I almost began with "life aint great."
And really, y'all... it aint.
BUT I've realized, IT IS. I've always worked soooo effin hard! So hard, I can no longer "work."
I ve always defined true manhood, in great part at least, as:
- Provider...
( Cant wk RN
) - Protector (I cant walk sometimes, tho I dont sweat this one@ all)
- Laborer
(NO can do) - Head Servant
( This is where I usually flourish, but, ... lately...
Point is... Nothing is ever perfect. Perhaps from the outside looking in it may seem that way.
I check th boxes i can and will refuse to sweat the rest.
Life is what we make it. Today has been physically tough as he!l. Mentally exhausted. F it. That's life. My life is beyond great. But only if I DONT focus on my blessings. Always. Grass may "look" greener. I guess I better water my lawn then bc what the next guy has... i dont want it. Finally, I believe, I know better.
Feeling sorry for myself. Because i'm not where I want to be... STUPID AF...
NOT NO MORE. GONNA COUNT MY BLESSINGS FOR WHERE I AM CURRENTLY AT... EVVVERY DAYUM DAY. AND IF I WANT THAT GOAL NAD ENOUGH, HISTORY ALSO SHOWS, I'LL GET IT, AND THEN SOME.
G'Nite Y'all!
-Josh Ua