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Reflections (10/5/2013)
This morning, like a lot of other mornings, I woke up and wanted to talk to my loved ones that have already passed on. To be honest, this is not something that makes me sad or angry, just a reality for someone that has said goodbye to a lot of people over a relatively short life. It’s a reality that has taught me about mortality, dreams, friendship, appreciating the here and now, and the importance of not wasting moments. Through this reality, I have learned the importance of every single breath, of every interaction, of passionately pursuing my dreams from the time I wake up (God Willing/Insha’Allah) until I rest my head at night, and of you. This reality has helped me to move away from the idea of the American dream and toward God’s purpose. It has taught me to stop counting on tomorrow’s and to quit assuming I’ll have another chance to make it right. Most importantly, it has taught me passion.
When you sit down with me, when we communicate in passing, when you read what I’ve written or watch how I’m living, I hope the thing you see is someone who is passionate about friendship, about using my gifts to help someone, about life, and about love.
Why do I share this? I share this so that you can understand what I’ve come to understand. We have been given but a few ticks on the clock of eternity to achieve an infinite amount of dreams and to express an infinite amount of love; we don’t have a single breath to waste on the bullshit.
The Cliff
..you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, are you worried about falling or thinking about soaring?
Crawl
through the suffocating inside of hell’s furnace
Walk barefoot
over broken boards littered with the poison of old rusted nails
Wrestle
With fire breathing dragons while simultaneously siphoning Satan’s venom
from your soul
Swim
From the bottom of the Atlantic through a school of Great Whites covered in blood to get to the famed shores of hope
Jump
Over lakes of quicksand into bushes of poison ivy with the shackles of incarceration on your ankles and wrist
Swing
From southern branches like ripe apples waiting to be picked for the autumn harvest
Escape
From the throngs of slavery only to be stabbed by the slithering scales of Justice
Survive
The mind altering trauma of mass incarceration and run
Run
Away from the barking dogs chasing you through the enchanted forest
Run
Barefoot through the sizzling desert staying hydrated by drinking the venom of the Sidewinder
Run
Past the pack of wolves and around the the bear protecting her precious offspring before engaging in a brutal death match with a hungry Mountain Lion and then climb,
Climb
Over the the slippery rocks, through the thick vegetation, and around the gaseous pockets of poisonous air
Fight
Through the frost bite, through the avalanches, through the shortness of breathe caused by the lack of oxygen as you ascend to the place that only the great ones go
Stand
At the summit of your life, at the edge of the cliff of all the struggle you have been through to get to this point, looking at the breath taking views of destiny, taking deep breaths of purpose…
…are you worried about falling or thinking about soaring? ~ Sean King
Know Thyself
Surround yourself with people who know your worth and don’t accept anything less. Fall in love with you and treat yourself accordingly. Work like someone who has a million things to do that knows tomorrow isn’t promised. Pray like someone that believes in God and not like someone that was taught a ritual in a church. Chase your dreams with the endurance and determination of a pack of Hyenas stalking their pray, and not in the short all out sprint of the Cheetah. Praise God (Alhamdulillah), and be thankful for who you are, where you’ve come from, where you’re going, and what you’re about to do with the gifts God has given you. Good morning beautiful people. ~ Sean King
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