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What Have I Learned (Monday Morning Thoughts)

Planking? Hell naw, this is called fathering... You should try it..

Planking? Hell naw, this is called fathering… You should try it..

I used to be motivated by hate, but my success always left me feeling slightly unfulfilled and I always fell short of my real purpose.

I used to be driven by those who doubted me, but I realized that for everything I was able to achieve I only did the things that other people didn’t believe I could do, not what I was sent here to do.

I used to pushed by fear, until I understood that being afraid of the consequences of not doing something is not a real reason to act, and acting on that fear does not reflect a hear’s true desire.

I used to seek out personal accomplishment and prestige, until I figured out that the pedestal that man has built for us to stand on sits on a shaky foundation, and man’s accolades can never satiate our soul.

What have I learned? That soulful fulfillment requires us to be pushed by something greater than hate, doubt, fear, or ego. That when you find your true purpose, the journey of walking the path is fulfilling even if you never reach your destination. That when you’re living your dream, even your failures feel better than the success you achieved as a result of those other motivators. That when you have a genuine purpose, you have more of a desire to focus on how and less time to focus on why. That when you include love in everything you do, happiness becomes as natural to you as breathing.

How Could It Be?

Do you know what sucks?  

What sucks is spending your whole life
chasing that elusive thing you believe
will make you happy

That relationship
the acceptance letter
that scholarship
the degree
that job
the house
that marriage
the steps on the ladder
and those kids,

All perfectly laid out
right in front of you
each forward move
promising to make you happier than
the place you were previously at

Each new accomplishment
guaranteeing a greater level of joy
than the last thing you did

You pursue,
eyes closed and focused;
mouth open and charging;
eyes straight ahead reaching
for your prey – err your dream

So close!!  
A tweak here,
a change there and you’ll have it
that elusive thing called happiness

Almost catching your dream
spawns new hope,
making you believe
that you’re on the cusp of reaching
all that you’ve worked your whole life for…

And then “IT” happens
you finally catch your dream
you’re standing on the plateau
of your life’s work
all that you have fought against
has been defeated
all that you have fought for
is in your grasp as you stand
basking in the glow of your accomplishment  

The only problem is
you feel empty inside
confused, because you’ve done it all
and still lack that feeling of

How could it be?


When you’re young, you have dreams. Intergalactic dreams that everyone encourages you to pursue. Impossible dreams that everyone around you say are possible if you just work hard and put your mind to it.

As you grow, those same people, many of whom have fell short of their own dreams, start to question the validity of your dreams. They start referring to your dreams as far-fetched pipe dreams. They follow it up with discouraging words like impossible and phrases like time to face reality. They continue piling it on by sharing their unsolicited stories of failure. Stories of dreamers, far more determined and talented than you who have failed before; don’t waste your time they say.

Eventually they get downright nasty. They start calling your dreams worthless, and you shiftless for having them. They form coalitions of former dreamers and people who are afraid to dream. They attack you in packs like gangs for being different. They hold you, hit you, stomp you while you try to protect yourself. All in an effort to force you to lose your grip on your dreams. They want to take them away from you. They want you to conform. You defiantly refuse! You hold on to your dreams with the protectiveness of a mother protecting her newborn. You take your lumps but won’t yield. They call for reinforcements, but you continue to fight.

One day, you find yourself completely surrounded by people who treat dreams like fantasies. Doubters who don’t believe in the impossible. The defeated who have given up and replaced their dreams with the common sense of conformity. You are cornered by your archenemy. Outnumbered by the opposition that are standing in the way of your vision. They are impeding your progress with the obstacles of doubt and fear. Advising you every step of the way to give up, give in, and to become more like them.

They pose as your friends so they can get close to you. They tell you they only want what’s best so you’ll trust them. They are that little voice sitting on your shoulder that makes you doubt your dream right before you’re about to jump out of this world and into the arms of greatness…

Uncertain if you have it in you, you pause, pray, and listen….

Are you scared now?

Planking? Hell naw, this is called fathering... You should try it..