“The past is a construct of the mind, but the heart wants to live in the present. Look there, that’s where you will find the answer.”
As unfortunate as the present is currently, this quote resonates with me. I guess our experiences are our best teacher. The test before the lesson. But this particular test, as well as all of the others, came from above. The past is the past. But as I drove down the street, a car, the exact same make, model, and color as yours sped past me on the opposite side of the road. I smirk at the irony, with a lump in my throat. Except, this time I’m not fighting back my emotions.
Last night was probably the realest conversation that I’ve had with GOD in a while. I pray on a regular basis, but I felt like I reached the depths of my soul. I went to a place that I never dared to go.
“How could you turn so cold, so cold ? I gave you all that I had, yes I did. I’m such a fool.”
Laying on your side of the bed, as I usually do when you’re not here, felt different this time. I’m thinking about the past, the good times. The way you smelled when you laid on my chest. Waking up sporadically in the middle of night, with you lying there in a peaceful slumber after a night of passion, kissing your soft lips. But this time it feels different.
My pillow is drenched, I’ve lost control of my body. “I can’t fight by myself anymore, I need you.” To society’s standards, this is my weakest moment. My breaking point. I’m crying out to GOD to take the pain away, but the higher power has other plans. Go through it, deal with your emotions, not around it.
So you see, I have no other choice. Nothing left to do but deal with whatever it is I’m feeling. And I will…
RIP Dad. (Taken with Instagram)
Mike owned south beach while Bron was in grade school. Ask Steve Smith. #laceswap #igsneakercommunity (Taken with instagram)
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Lil dude said Fuck Santa I’ll keep the milk and cookies myself!! Lmaoo #repost (Taken with instagram)