Its been a while since my last post….
I can’t say its because I’ve been busy since I’ve had ample time to come up with new content that I would like to post. But I just haven’t. Because it seems like this en devour is becoming like many others I have attempted.
An idea not seen through to completion.
It’s about time I face the facts, I have a tendency to quit on alot of things, or if not that am too lazy to put in the work to do them. Just admitting this makes it feel like reality has come and slapped me in the face.
How can you be successful if your not willing to put in the work?
It’s just not possible. So at this moment I’m changing the purpose of this blog.
Originally I wanted a self-help blog to try and give advice and guide people through possible difficulties they may be having in life. But if I haven’t even figured it out yet how am I supposed to tell other people?
So this is more of an online journal now, something that reveals the progression of Isaiah Reed. So now you ask, “Why do I care?”
You don’t have to, just go ahead and hit up Facebook like you originally intended and go about your business. I used to be concerned about the number of site hits I had, and the number of people that really liked this page. Not anymore, I would still like to hear input if you have some, but either way this blog isn’t going to change.
I am not quitting on this blog by no stretch of the imagination. Just re-evaluating its purpose.
So I declare this Post #1……of the story of Mr.Reed….
I thought there was nothing better
Just the moments us two, together
How its meant to be, what I told myself,
As the side effects make my mind melt
This is what I know, why step away?
When coming back to you doesn’t let the pain stay
I love to hold u, and when I’m not your always on my mind
I’ll have u once again and our lips will meet like its the first time
Under the night sky is where we feel most acquainted
Together we feel we’ve already made it
The labels placed on you and I by society is pure stupidity
Stereotypes and prejudices binding us, trying to never let us be free
But we are each others soothing presence
For you complete me and I complete you
And once again through the night you will see me through
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
I want it all…..
Money, Cars, Clothes, Fame, Women……
The American Dream right?
Its amazing how we are taught to think that more is always better. And it doesn’t help that our natural animal instinct says “the more you have, the better you can survive”. But it’s almost gotten to a point where it doesn’t seem right. All these things I see on TV and advertised on the internet. All the smiles and promises of happiness. The constant persuasion that “this is the product for you”. It’s insane how far we have let it come from just a billboard or an ad in a newspaper.
Have you ever just looked around you apartment, dorm, or home and looked at all the things that you no longer use? I know for a fact that there is something there that at one time was your most prized possession, and is now buried under a heap of dirt and dust. It seems like all we long for is that jolt of unexplainable happiness that occurs when we have made a new purchase. Now YOU can have all the fun and pleasure that everyone else is having who you saw on TV. Now you KNOW this is going to make you happy.
It is quite simply an addiction. An addiction that in no way, shape, or form any corporation in America wants you to cure. I have the same thing. I have purchased 4 game consoles in 2 years. I HAVE to have the latest and greatest smartphone. I HAVE to have a new high end laptop. I HAVE to have this new TV. The list just never seems to stop. Ever since I was old enough to have my own money, I have been sucked into this vacuum of consumerism. And I despise it.
“I won’t buy it if I know I can’t afford it”. Tell me another joke. That shiny credit card in your pocket says otherwise. Money that you do not have, you’re spending. It’s the art of living beyond your means, and we act like it’s ok. There wouldn’t be foreclosures and high bankruptcy rates if we as people just say “We don’t need that.” and start saving money for a change.
Check your motivation for next time you go out and purchase something. Detach yourself from your emotions and look at them. What is pushing you so hard to buy this product? If you can’t logically justify the reason. Then what’s the point?
I’ve been on a dry spell lately in terms of inspiration to post on this blog I have here. And I have finally figured out why.
Because life at times can be stifling.
A lot of what we do in this life is determined more by necessity then by our individual wants and needs. I want to do this in my life. But I need to do this other thing over here to survive. So the want and happiness gets pushed to the shelf for another time.
Cobwebs develop, you get older, as your passion just sits.
I find myself having to do this constantly in my life, and I tell myself “You’ll be able to get to it, just do this first”. Or “Just do this for right now, and do what you want on the side”.
But I really don’t want to.
Call me impatient, call me a dreamer, call me lazy. But I find it hard to motivate myself at something that is largely what I don’t want to be doing with my life. Now I could catch heat for this but at this point I don’t care. I don’t want to be the guy who looks up 20 years from now and realize that he is on the totally wrong path. This is my greatest fear. That I look back at what I’ve done with regrets and disgust instead of laughter and joy.
I want to say I will never put myself in this situation again. But we all know how life works. As soon as this is said something comes up, bites you in the ass, and your back at square one. So I won’t say never. But I will do everything in my power to not stray from my intended path. This I can promise.
This post has seemed more like a rant then anything else and I apologize to any readers (if I have any) that wanted a self-help article. As I had to let out a little frustration and have had to continue to curb my enthusiasm just to get by. The goal is not to find something that I must conform to, but something that conforms to me.