I read a blog post this morning that Natalie Cole, the daughter of Nat King Cole, passed away the other day. She was only 65. I never really listened to her music but it shocked me because she was one of those people who’s names are automatically placed in your head because their famous. The article reminded me of the time that Michael Jackson passed away. I just remember sitting in my room after popping in his Dangerous album and listening to a man who once was alive. Its a chilling feelings. I noticed something that day though.
I noticed that everyone else in their own type of remembrance was listening to Michael Jackson. It wasn’t that long after that every one was listening to him and it made me wonder what would have happened if he didn’t pass. Would people listen to his music? Would they have bought the collectors edition of his albums or spent all that money to watch “This is it” in theaters? Just a week before he moved on to the next life you couldn’t find anyone jamming to Billie Jean unless they were a Michael Jackson fan.
Hows does this tie in to Natalie’s Death? Well its an example (to me at least) of how we tend to take people for granted. You can’t always tell yourself, “Oh I’ll see Billy tomorrow.” Billy may not be here tomorrow so you should spend time with him now. This life is a very unpredictable as we all know and ever since High School, I’ve seen a lot of people die. Some of them I have never talked to, one of them I kind of knew. I’ve been out of High School for 3 years now so that shows you how unpredictable life can turn out to be.
So the moral of this story is…
Don’t take people for granted. Make the effort to go see someone that way if they do move away, pass away, or anything, you won’t have that shitty little feeling sitting on your chest. Anyways, Rest in Peace to Natalie King Cole.
~ Keep it all smiles
In 2011 I wouldn’t have never thought that I would be where I am at today. Like back then I can really say that I had childish thoughts. I mean I was just in high school, I believe it was Junior year. I remember just looking off into the future dreaming of going AM for some skate team. I had it all planned out. But now as I look at everything I guess my heart wasn’t really where I wanted it to be. I really want this, I want to be able to skate any everywhere that I want and actually make a living from it. Maybe its my fear of hitting rails? I don’t know, I don’t mean to sound like a “diva” or anything.
Going back to the top, none of this seems to be real right now. I feel like I had other great plans and ideas. I literally got out of school and went into the world with no aim. I think I should have stuck with writing during the entire time. If I did that I would have gone way further than where I am right now with this. Its just so frustrating, my emotions run amidst a sea of dreadful and uncaring thoughts. I’m twisted in the head. I think thats my reasoning for smoking weed so much now. I have not other way of coping with my insanity. Its so bad, like I have a serious problem.
I can’t say that I will ever try to get this fixed but as far as I see right now? I won’t. I’m sorry for being such a waste to the world. But I regret saying that because this world means nothing to me if it choose’s to look down on me. Theres no need for the pity or the whiny ass “I’m sorrys” I don’t got time for that shit. Just leave me be dammit!
Anyways, thats me just ranting about life. Sorry for the depressing moment.
ps. You know I can’t leave you guys on a sad note. Keep up and stay humble and let the Universe work in your favor. Holla .
~ Keep it all smiles
I’m a night owl.
I love to stay up late sitting in my garage surfing the web or recording music. I’m not sure what it is but the dark skies bring a calming relief to me. Even if the moon is tucked away in the clouds and air planes get mistaken as UFO’s, I sincerely love the night time. I think somewhere online I half ass read an article about how people who stay up late are intelligent. I wouldn’t go that far but it is nice to know.
I always find myself roaming around at night. No matter what I do. I can be skateboarding and nightfall comes out of nowhere. Most of the music I make is damn near past midnight and after I smoked a few joints. The one thing I love about night time is the absence of people. I can openly admit that I am socially awkward and shy. People don’t think I am but I honestly believe that I am. Ask my two ex girlfriends and they might tell you that when we first met and started talking I was awkward.
The night relieves me of those social interactions and keeps me sane. Don’t get me wrong though, I love being around people. Whenever I’m hanging out with my homies I always hate when we have to depart and head back home. Sometimes I’ll go home and stay up even longer hoping that maybe someone will be up or I’ll get a phone call. It usually never happens. I always end up going to bed depressed for some strange reason and wake up the next day lost in the world.
When I wake up int he evenings I usually dread it. Theres two reason.
Reason Number 1: The sun is up and I don’t have much time before the sun goes down.
Reason Number 2: Chris calls me up and calls me a nigga for never answering the phone knowing damn well I was asleep and texted him back. haha!
I love my friends, family, and the people in the world. But when it comes to night time I feel like my life fully comes together.
Thank You Night Time.
Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.
The inner circle to most people sounds like a secret organization that is with-holding information on world domination. To me, its just a group of people who have gained a certain popular status among peers in a social setting creating the illusion of the “cool” kids.
Being that person that is outside of it all makes most feel left out. I never felt like that way, I was that guy who wanted to sneak in and destroy the reputation and image created by the inner circle groups and taunt people with my conspicuous actions. As bad as that sounds I never got around to it, I made my owner inner circle of odd people and went on about my day.
I’m always the guy that is outside looking in. I mean what the fuck do I need to go inside for when this gives me the opportunity to criticize, stereotype or just let me create my own explanation of why these people choose to stay inside of a circle of oppression.
I understand that I am getting a little too deep but I want people to really think so they can have a different mind set on life. I did the thinking at some point and I am extraordinarily happy that I did. We shouldn’t have to be standing outside looking in. We need to be looking around.
Why must the world be split and contained in small little sectors full of morons with the power to control people? Why must happiness and fulfillment be on the other side of a locked door? Why do we get treated like donkeys with a fucking key in front of our faces as we walk through life aimlessly trying to grab it?
Do you see what SOCIETY HAS DONE!
What does “happiness” look like to you?
Happiness to me takes many shapes and forms. It comes to me through my skateboard, my art, my poems, raps and my personality. Happiness can take any form and look any way you want it. Its different for everyone. That’s what makes happiness so amazing.
The goal for every human being is to find happiness. Happiness is found in the most oddest places as well. For example, that drunk homeless man you see probably finds happiness inside of a bottle. That rich billionaire probably finds happiness within all of the money he has. One thing that people have to realize is that happiness comes and goes. We seek it but can only hold on to it for so long. Once its gone than we are in search for more of it because we miss the happiness we once held in the palm of our hands.
From a philosophical stand point, I see TRUE Happiness as attaining absolute knowledge. For as long we are here on this earth we will never be able to attain absolute knowledge. We will have to pass on and let our soul be free from this hurtful world to reach that goal.
Over all, happiness to me has no form. I may have said that it takes many shapes or forms but the true reality of what happiness looks like comes from within and from around.
I like to start my afternoons with a nice large cup of coffee and left over food from 2 nights ago. This process was created several months ago and it must continue. I work night shift at UPS so there is a need for me to fill system up with large amounts of caffeine to wake my self up. I’m addicted to coffee, its my second love in life. My first love is skateboarding, nothing ever goes above that. Unless I get married or something, than my wife has to share 1st place with my skateboard. (Laugh Out Loud) !
While I drink coffee I go on these mini trips. Its like the creativity juice in my brain starts churning and my mind goes wild. I usually like to sit down in coffee shops and do this but mostly it happens in my room in front of my computer or on my front porch. I think of all sorts of things such as new skateboard tricks, comic book ideas, more skateboard tricks, computer coding, post for my tech website and much more. The problem with this is trying to get the ideas out of my head and putting them on paper. Being a null creative person is difficult. I have to be the weirdest person to ever live. I sometimes wonder who I was in a past life hoping that I can piece together something. It never really works, I just come to another brick wall. When that happens I grab my skateboard and hit the streets.
My mind has opened up more to new things such as the world, deep space and meditation. I really want to explore these fields and get deep in it. I took a philosophy class this past semester and it completely blew my mind away. There are so many theories and knowledge and methods. I practically turned into a philosopher and started preaching these new ideas and thoughts to my friends and anyone else who seems interested. I’ve been dubbed Negrodamus among my friends. Others just call me smart. I’ll take whatever.
I see this self empowerment as a way for me to enlighten and gain more knowledge about this world and the people in it. I’ve been studying people more and have been paying attention to peoples motives and there “selfish” actions. Its all really a wonder to me.
With what I am calling my “New Found Knowledge” I plan to sit down in this sandbox of a world and begin to tear down and pull apart what society has created and create something new for our generations to live. The median that has been built defines to many stereotypes and political groups. I really just want to bring peace, but that goal is almost impossible to me and the rest of the world due to inner hatred we possess.
If we could rise above and out of the circle of hate and preach peace instead of war than we could live in a world that has less violence and more happiness. Whether or not that evil was created to make this world turn, we could at least have more positivity spread around than what we have now.
Life is simply just a sandbox.