Your Life

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  • I have realized that life is beautiful in the midst of its ugliness.

Your Life

Your life is what you make it.
Stop depending on someone else to shape it.
It evolves it grows,
It stops and it slows
Down, if YOU allow it.

We are accountable for what we know.
It helps to make sure your actions show
the progress you’ve made
or the failures you’ve paid
for, and learned new ways.

Stop saying God has taken my wealth.
God is responsible for my bad health.
God did not tell you to smoke...
God didn't tell you to choke,
on that 2nd greasy double cheeseburgers.

We DO NOT want to carry our own responsibility.
It's much easier to disguise the humility
as someone else doing.
Not to mention, it has ruined
their life, but what do I care, it’s not ME.  

In all of the beauty, life has to offer, we want to be selfish and leave it up to the "Humanitarians" to disperse the funds and the innovations. We praise the "Humanitarians" for ALL of their good deeds, yet we sit in our seats full of lust and greed. As a nation, we have progressed rapidly in the world of technology and medicine, but we have regressed it the world of love your neighbor as yourself and accepting responsibility. “It’s the system”, the “white man”, the “black woman”, “they own everything”, it’s too hard for me to ..., it's too expensive, the alcohol made me do it, the "Devil" made me do it. Excuses are like assholes, everybody has one, and it is foul and full of shit and everyone can see it, including you.

These words may seem harsh but who said the truth has to feel good and be pretty. IF my words offend you, you should take actions to change your ways, which proves you know better than what your ACTIONS have shown. Ask yourself, which is worse, the pain of change or the pain of REGRET?

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