The Fixer

B33rFzqCYAIREuFSometimes when the road ahead looks very dark, anxiety levels go up.

That’s when I come to you God to help shed some light.

But if the road I’m taking vele has no street lights then I’m relieved knowing that you are by my side.

I’m taking this knee with this post because I’m also in dire need so my ancestors need to be also involved in this prayer.

Because without them I would be here, and without You they wouldn’t have been.

I light my candles and incense with this update in gratitude of what I already have.

Thank you for our business.

Thank you for our jobs.

Thank you for the shelter you are providing us.

Thank you for the water and lights that we sometimes take for granted.

Thank you for the food we eat.

Our perfect health and the rich relationships we have.

Thank you for the clothes on our backs.

And the large amounts of income that come to us through various sources, with increasing frequency.

All praise goes to you God.

I am bound to make flops along the way.

I just want to thank you for softening the falls.

Thank you for giving me the courage to fail forward.

Because there is no learning without falling. And I need to learn so I can grow to be my better self.

Continue guiding us through to our better self.

Yours in gratitude,

Amen

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Stop Giving Your Power Away…

Execution_by_Kiss…expecting other people to make you happy…

…Thing is I’m not saying you shouldn’t feel valued at work.

But feel like if that’s the basis of you define how good your company is, it should be a testament of your character.

You are one of those who have an entitlement mentality.

Expecting other people to make you happy.

And if they don’t, you throw your toys out the cot.

Ranting about how unfair life is, and not taking 100% responsibility of your life.

Everybody else must change before you can change kinda deal.

And that keeps on the back foot.

Because you are waiting for something you don’t totally have control over to change before you are happy.
But if you get your shit in order, making sure that you come first and not depending on others to validate you, I think that gives you power.

More control.

You gotta take care of you first, because should you lose your job, the job you identify and associate your worthy by, what then?

Depression?

Suicide?

Guard against that shit is all I’m saying.

Know your worth.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

~ Musa

Blaming It On The Full Moon

It was on a night like this. Full moon and all. Think I was waist high. Full-Moon-e1406929374981

Another fight between my parents. Sister too young to notice.

It bled out to the street. I guess the house was too small.

She’s was so Orlando, managing to throw in some licks of her own.

In the background I was hearing a voice, it sounded foreign, of someone reprimanding my dad and my mom.

That’s when I realized it was my voice. So loud, it felt wrong. To be raising my voice like that to my parents?

Mom had sister wrapped around her back with a small blanket.

But what got me was how clear the night was, outside

So clear from the light from the moon. So clear it was as if God had Her stage light on. Just for us.

I too was smacked around as well for obeying my mother when she asked me to follow her with her wanting to leave.

Heck, she was leaving. Taking evening taxi’s my aunt’s place maybe…

Never got to ask.

Mixed emotions.

Happy mom is away. But sad that she’s gone.

I wouldn’t come back if I was her.

But I want her back.

Dad managed to rip my sister from mom’s back.

Was sis’ crying?

Maybe, but this memory is not about her, it’s about me.

Why the fuck am I witnessing this.

It can’t be real.

Was smacked back reality because I endangered myself by being on road and not safe on the pavement.

But it’s not my fault I’m outside so late this evening, dude

But I’ll take it.

I’ve been taking it. For a while now so… whatever.

But why are you doing this in front of my sister?

We’re back home now.

Mom’s not here though so we’re back in the house now.

Awkward silence now.

Sister on his knee trying to quiet her.

Don’t quite down baby.

This is an outrage.

Why you calming down now?

You going to betray me as well?

Wants from with the women in my life?

Women are trash.

What now.

It’s still light out.

Sister be sleeping now.

So it’s time for bed as well.

My heart fuming. Keeping me warm from the cool breeze that was outside.

Feeling hollow.

Playing the blame game. Blame my mother. Blame my father. Blame my sister. And blaming it on the full moon.

~ Musa

When Death, Time & Love Write Back 

I don’t like movies that make me cry.

Watching Collateral Beauty starring Will Smith had me squinting my eyes.

collateral_beautyHolding my tears back with my eyelids.

It’s been a while since I’ve watched a movie like that.

Evoking so much emotions then throwing me out of wack after it was done with me.

It was Mr. Smith’s best performance to date.

Enjoyed listening to the story behind the scenes on how he also experienced loss during the making of the movie.

How he just went all out in giving it all through the film.

Can’t wait until it’s out on Blu-ray.

It’s worth the watch.

Please forgive me.

I’m sorry.

Thank you.

I love you.

~ Musa

Being Better Than Your Old Self 

htwfaip​”The way to get things done,” says  [Charles] Schwab, “is to stimulate competition. I do not mean in a sordid, money-getting way, but in the desire to excel.” 

Ran our of characters for me to post this on Twitter so I’m posting it here.

Thought this was a cool quote.

Competing to be better than who you are.

From a book I’m reading again by Dale Carnegie, How to Win Friends and Influence People. 

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

I love you.

~ Musa

Bet You Think This Blog Is About You

I sometimes forget the reasons why I write my blogs.

I get so cagey at time and I don’t want to associate with anyone or anything.

I lock myself in my shell when reality becomes to real for me.

But writing helps.

So like even if I’m going through stuff, writing something hopefully might be helpful to someone out there reading this.

The whole point of this is to pay it forward.

This life is not about you.

I think we are here to serve.pay-it-forward

In whatever form that comes natural to you.

Mine is writing.

Yours could be something else.

I’m not sure if you could say it’s your life’s purpose.

Turning that into something that pays you, that’s the rub.

Do things that come natural to you, things that make you happy.

The more you are in alignment with what makes you tick, the happier you will be, the happier the world will be.

“To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human.”

Thank you.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

~ Musa