The Truth Is…

 

 

Throughout my solitude during the day, I often wonder how this is being read over the internet. I realize that all my information is authentic but I wonder how it is perceived. I took a look at the previous posts and seen that there was an element missing inside my information. I told myself that it would be a total injustice to try and con people into believing that nothing inhumane pops into my mind.

 

It is extremely convenient and easy to wave a white flag when one is captured. It is also easy to try and say the appropriate things in order to regain popularity that was once lost. A person will say almost anything to win the favor of their peers. I realize that I am no exception to the rule. I understand that there is a major stigma behind men going to prison and claiming to be righteous in their actions. It’s also an understanding of mine that no one can fool anyone but themselves in the long run. I often have impure thoughts throughout the day. I personally believe that I cannot control what comes into my mind but I can choose as to what I want to entertain. Criminal behavior is alluring. Mischief and violence is nothing more than lower natures of me (primitive behavior).

 

I know that I’m as guilty as my thoughts.  The biggest difference in processing information these days is being able to accurately gauge the consequences of my actions. In my yesteryears I understood the difference between right and wrong. I just didn’t understand the dynamics behind the choices. Developing forethoughts to help me guide myself through my daily interactions have been an asset to my bottom-line.

 

This experience helps to develop identification and awareness levels. It also hardens parts of me that I never knew existed. I’ve become callused to some of life’s strenuous issues. That alone is something that feeds into my primitive thinking. I’m not sure if I’ll ever regain feelings for some issues. I guess time will tell its story.

 

When I write, I want people to understand that I don’t write for any specific race, gender, ethnicity, or people of a specific upbringing. I don’t write for inner-city or suburban communities. I write for people with “PROBLEMS.” It’s my responsibility to be transparent in my experiences. I want to identify with people so they can learn to live a culture of freedom like myself. I’m living proof that you can lock a man’s body but you cannot trap his mind. I took the chains off my rain. I don’t live in mental poverty.

 

To sum it all up; I just want people to know that it’s a daily mission of mine to keep supporting my vision. Miscellaneous thoughts often pop up but I don’t want to put myself in the position of coming back. I don’t need someone to manage my life anymore. I can do without the cold cells and hard bunks. Take the information for what it’s worth and apply whatever you need as necessary.

 

This has nothing to do with this post but I thought it was something of value. “There are two people in a business who always agree, one of them is unnecessary.” —William Wrigley Jr.