*Listening to “Make My” – the Roots*
Last night, was a late one. Partying, drinking, dancing, living the life, as they say. I woke to the aftermath of a long night and felt extreme dissatisfaction for self.
Some of my people might think and tell me im a bit hard on myself but i feel i can never be too hard myself when it involves becoming a better person.
Lost in the sauce, not too far in the mustard to ketchup but i can fuck off whats giving to me in fell swoop!
This morning, i am no different from most of the people walking the earth. Lost, lethargic, zombied living in the moment and not living for the moment.
I will constantly type and i have typed several times about becoming better. That’s nothing new and it will never be new ever again.
The revolving door of accepting life at a meteoric rise must be an after thought.