I can recall the time when I realized one of my most valuable facts.
No, really. This is true.
Perhaps this was caused by a moment or calm in the storm.
Or maybe this was a realization that there is no lifeboat on its way. And, so, if I am to win or at minimum, if I am to survive then the way I survive is up to me.
Whether I pull myself from the swamps or how I gather myself and escape the emotional quicksand is up to me.
I remember when I heard Saul Williams record in one of his spoken word moments:
“If it is up to me, then it is up to me.”
And, so, I agree,
It is up to me.
Thank you, sir.
I am reaching out to you from my own solitary confinement.
And this is fine.
Really. It is.
There has to come a time or a moment of awareness. And this when we see the truth.
And the truth is that in my own right, I am my most precious and my own most valuable commodity.
Alone and all; this me (or tis you too) in the raw,
In my own right; this is my truth.
The same thing goes for you in your own right.
This is you
You are always the square root to your own equation.
Wherever I go or whatever I choose; if it is up to me, then it is up to me.
And the same thing goes for you or anyone else.
There is no lifeboat. I’m sorry.
And at times, there will be no beacon, no light, no direction and though my heart may struggle and my soul may worry; if it is up to me, then it is up to me to save my own life on a daily basis.
This is what brings me here to you and this is why I am here, with you . . .
. . . now
Your heart.
This is more than what pumps blood through your system.
This is you.
In this part of you are rooms that are beyond compare.
Here . . .
Right here.
Here are the secrets of how you will learn to endure.
This is where you keep your dreams. This is where you store your strength.
This is where you keep your truths and this; this place right here in the middle of your chest is the keeper of your engine, which drives you in any direction you choose.
I cannot lie.
You will store things here that remind you of sad times or bad times or the times that broke your heart.
This hurts.
I know.
There are rooms in your heart, which is where you store the arrows of doubt that shoot down your dreams and keep you from flying high.
We have these rooms to remind us of where we were.
This is true.
You are like I am and I am like anyone else in this world.
This means that life is complete with a double-edged sword, like the truth.
And the truth hurts.
But yes, the truth can set you free.
You can run and hide or sink into the submission of doubts and fear.
Or, you can find the rooms in your heart that drive elsewhere.
You an let this help you raise your voice to be heard.
You can face the time and stand up, brave as the bravest soldier, and you . . .
Yes, you!
You can come to the realization that you are the square root of your own equation.
You can realize that more than ever, you are your own hero.
You are the soldier.
You are the trooper.
You are the savior and you are the secret of your success.
I do not want to waste this or my voice or my words to an empty market or be unheard like a man speaking to the open air in an empty theater. So, let me scream this to you.
No one in this world can do what you do,
No one in this world can have my heart nor can they match my intensity.
Perhaps someone else might have the same dream as me.
But they can dream as much as they want and say what they say.
None of this means that they will have the same desire as I do.
And, therefore, no one in this world can achieve my dreams but me.
This . . .
This part is for you.
This is for you and your most valuable machine.
Your heart.
Care for this, please.
I beg for this.
Share yourself with those who earn your time.
Give yourself to those who deserve you.
And learn from this.
Learn from your pitfalls and the heartbreaks.
Never forget that people are only as far away as you pushed them.
And, so, you are only far from those who pushed you away.
Remember this.
Learn from this and let this keep people in their prospective places
(and keep you safe)
Cherish this world of yours because yes, your world belongs to you.
No one else.
There will be those who look to fit in your life.
And this is good. In fact, this is better than good.
This is perfect.
But with all my heart, please, make them earn it.
Let people earn your time and your trust.
Never give too freely unless your reasons for giving come with no hopes of getting something in return.
Only give away what you can spare, and if you have nothing to spare, then only share what people deserve.
People will look to love you.
People will want to meet you.
People will want to be with you.
At the same time, I remember the words, “Behold, I send you out as sheep amidst the wolves.”
I cannot deny this truth.
I understand why this offering followed with the words, “so be as shrewd as serpents and innocent as doves.”
I need to work on the order of this.
In fact most people do and, so, this means I am alive and well and living in good company because more than anything else and before I am anyone else . . .
I am human.
Hear me roar.
I can say this to you now and I will say this to you as a reminder, but I have never seen anyone in this world more beautiful than you.
No one.
Today is your day.
And I would like to share what I can
I would love to be part of this with you.
Just please . . .
Make me work for it.
Make me earn it.
I want nothing more than what I deserve and, if I deserve nothing more than just this – then so be it.
At least I have this, right here, which are my thoughts of you
In my heart
Always
Not a day will ever come in my life when I do not love you.
Not a day or a minute or even a second.
I promise you.
Just whatever you give me . . .|
make me earn it
Please.
The Written Addiction 