The last few weeks have seen a dwindling in my normally upbeat disposition. Beyond moments of extreme sarcasm and slight cynicism, I believe I am a genuinely optimistic person. But circumstance has a way of putting chinks into the armor. Lately, I've been dwelling on the negative. It's like searching for light at the end of the tunnel, but pausing to dissect the darkness. After too long, you get caught up in it.
For nearly the last two years, I have been unemployed. For almost a year, I've had no continuous source of income. It's hard to continue to grind when it seems everything is gone before you get it. But I persist. Maybe not just for myself, because I see others around me, family and friends, who I wish that I had the means to help. This economy is a struggle for all, and to those of you who are managing to persevere, I say God bless you. Continue to fight.
Insomnia is an integral part of me, only because it is during my moments of restlessness that the revelations come. I am more than my circumstance and feel like I'm going to be okay. In the next coming weeks, I am preparing a drastic change, not only to my current living arrangements but also to my current way of thinking. No one can take my joy, unless I give it to them. It's time I stop doing just that. All things that I seek, I give chase, knowing that, if it is mine, I will surely catch it. And if not, I'll live proudly with my try. Much love to each of you.
the Rare Poet
KEEP HUSTLIN'
