NYT: Lord of Light, Kibou (hope)

Hope I’ve got a lot of it, it’s been apart of my life since the beginning stemming from religion to evolve to my genuine belief in humanity. I’ve never really lost it but there is a thing I do now, I’ve been told I I must defend it at all cost and have no intention of giving it up.

The moment I realized I had something was first with a great friend Zion when I spoke he listened. Attentively at that, I’ve never had someone do that before, he told me it was because I believed in something much more than what he’s seen. The next time was with another great man Jay he said to defend it and never lose it. (Honorary mention to Matt Iqra and Amina who all believed in me before I believed in myself).

This is where the problem started, the thing about defending something you have no idea that you have is, the plain and simple fact you have no idea what you are defending. That is right I do not know what I “have” but people on numerous occasions said it’s “something” and to this day I have no idea what they are talking about, I’ve got something, it’s there I don’t see it.

I will explain to you what I believe and if there is something, so rightly so. If there isn’t then smoke has been blown way up my a(double sticks) into the dark reaches of my soul . I believe there is something more to our generation, like most I see the follys but ignore them all the more because we’re nearing a pivotal point most have not seen the self realisation of ones self day by day I witness people understanding they are better than they could be.

I love to listen to people’s dreams goals and aspirations because I genuinely believe they can reach them the climate is so open and our generation is so rich in fruitful ideas I’ve seen us get closer to a creative state far from warring and closer to togetherness. ( and I’m not talking about this “love is the answer” thing people do.) I understand there are people that compete for spots and people that create their own let’s just say the amount of people creating there own is at 21% and those competing is at 79% to make my view the most conservative as possible. What I’m saying is we are better, we can do more and be more than those before us. More of us are here to be the leaders that we need to be than follow the path that is laid out for us pure and simple.

As a minor take for my view on things, I’m a better orator than an author of this ideal but I understand this is what you call hope. This type of hope I’m realising is rare and time and time again people have tried to take it from me, and time and time again I’ve had to defend it to the point that now I feel like never uttering a word from the Spark of hope and those two men I have aforementioned have told me I’ve changed. The reason is simple I’m not trying to lose what I may or may not have because it might help someone sometime in someplace that might need it because I have but I see more reason every day to believe in people than not. And that is all I will say on that matter. Come at me stealers of Dreams and sniffers of hope!

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Qwerty woes

I am not as determined as I thought to write on my laptop every day, this is quite the effort, I am certain writing on paper every day is at least 10 times easier because it is of course pen and paper there isn’t the same type of love you get in writing on a laptop… Wait. Macbook Pro.

The cold shell and the hard (non-clicking) keys leave something to be desired in terms of aesthetic, Macs are beautiful and everything but what I’m saying is in general terms of how I dictate my words to be written, mostly because as an artist I’m automatically romantic but making up or backing up the idea, I write more words per minute on paper than I do with my Mac, so it would be so much more practical however  you couldn’t possibly give in a handwritten script or book to your agent so really there is no point in complaining. Who else feels this way

I guess that is that this was really just a warm-up of my mind needing to get into the flow of things, I don’t know how many other writers need to do this but I find it therapeutic being random like this when I know I’m about to write a whole bunch of things non-stop. My ability to write what I’m thinking without a qualm giving still gives me a laugh. Well, I guess that is it for me hope you didn’t find this boring I’m off to spin the yarn as the phrase goes and try to make it epic for you.

 

Till then this has been

Not Your Typical

Owning Your Own Ship – OYOS 3 Part Play 1/3

We Go Again,

What would you do if you could do anything? This is quite literally the question I asked myself when I cauterized the hemorrhage – Dropped out of uni – My Mindset for what I could achieve was at an all time high, I had just finished my last assignment, became an early periscope influence and became a top t-shirt salesman in my town to small businesses. Utilizing skills I developed on my own I felt invigorated to do it again and again and again.

The first part of getting a job. Get a job, and what’s the best job. Yourself! Wise words from a phenomenal mentor. I will write another blog about how I became “Not so Typical.” I was able to really bolster myself even in the face of massive losses and adversity. This is the story of me getting a Job called “Owning my Own Ship.”All because I did not feel like waiting.

Let me set the scene, I was in such a great place mentally after selling the way I did giving items to customers I saw myself doing this Long term. No matter what I will always want to deliver phenomenal products to a client, no matter how much blood sweat and tears it takes – I promised it I can’t be in the place to make excuses you deserve a great product – And namely I do not lie cheat or steal from anyone, this did not hold well at all in some cases.

This However is the story of how I “won” at a Car company. One I have been to a couple of other times as a customer, laughable now I know just as a preface. That year I came there maybe twice (Not so important). What is though is me telling my parents I will not be completing my course. They threw one hell of a conniption, to say the least, they are no excuses type of people. I didn’t want to move back home and I had roots in my city. In my mind I was not going anywhere, this was my problem my business partner had left uni for home. So I was out of work and soon out of money and poverty& homelessness did not smell well. I was somewhat desperate but I was as confident as I could be.

As the guy that was always spouting “nonsense” about never giving up and following your dreams as a 20SMTHNG on periscope I put my money where my mouth was, bet. My job was me. I was going to work it. I put on my best dressed, looked up my companies and put myself out there.

Strutting into BMW with my chest out my feathers primed I was ready to get a job. walk into the “Gatekeepers”

Me:
I heard you have jobs for a used car salesman can I speak to… Please

Let’s call him Richard as the shorthand for Richard is Dick

Gatekeeper:
They aren’t here you can call this number and come back with an appointment

I laughed in my head because I could tell she was lying, even though this is Not a Typical thing, and it was so on brand. I was still shaking in my wingtips. Regardless, what I did I still regard as one of the coolest things I’ve done till this day.

I called her bluff and called the number. Yep as I was walking out I swiftly called the number and as she picked up I turned around and said. ‘Oh is this Richards office’ and looked her dead in the eyes, She was stumped and I was told to take a seat at the back, the other gatekeeper got me a coffee and that was that for 5 minutes.

Not taking no for an answer and beating down doors I got routed and re-routed, my tenacity was at an all time high and my self-effacing nature took no prisoners. Well done me, I found him. Knocking down the door I went in blind and assessed nothing. I looked him dead in the eyes stayed at the door and said bluntly

Me:
I’m here for a job

Richard:
drop me a CV like everyone else

A few more words were exchanged and I looked him in the face and knew he wasn’t ready for the type of energy I would bring to the table at the time. I fell flat on my face.  The day had just begun, I felt the sub was a take for me to understand the flow and pacing of what needed to be said I couldn’t stop someone from feeling a certain type of way about me and I was once told I am steadfast and self-affirming to let most things get in my way… With this in mind, I knew it was just the beginning of the day and that car dealership was not my only stop. On to the next one, even more, Zealous than before. Time to change the tempo and feed off the  momentum of the day

Whatever Moves Your Dial

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