“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.” – William W. Purkey
No, not those dreams, the other dreams. The ones we are taught to reach for.
Ever get tired of hearing people talk about dreams and dreaming? It’s like the whole world is dancing in fairy tales. I think vision is great, but it is not the same thing as action. It isn’t the same as taking an idea and turning it into a full manifestation of being. Taking a thought and materializing it into something tangible. To dream is cool. In fact, I have enough dreams to build castles in the air, but dreaming isn’t the same as doing. I used to sleep, and as such I used to dream. But if I consider myself one to have been awakened, if I operate under full consciousness and awareness, I must do more than just dream, I must also act.
Have you ever felt like you are doing something for nothing? That it is all in vain? Sometimes I regret bathing in the blank wake of my passion. I do not wish to follow Strands advice; I am not kissed by white paper. I know that my words will just fall unmercifully on death ears like falling stars praying for repentance that will never come. They will fall like the leaves of trees upon the ground like death and rot around my feet. I will be filled to the brim with excitement and anticipation of sunlight before the reality of wasted words darkens the skies and fills the clouds with storms. I will push forth in determination, only to be reminded by splashes of thunder that the droplets of failure have already proceeded to gush forth. I am not the one to give up (let’s not get that deep!), but judge me not for my lack of enthusiasm today. I am human after all; made up of emotions, flesh and bone. I get tired sometimes too.
I know this is late, and I wasn’t going to say anything about it, but I keep hearing all these positive reviews and expressions of awe over these Solange Wedding pictures from women in the Black community and I just have to say this:
STOP just agreeing with stuff because it has a black face. Black doesn’t automatically qualify it as being good. Just because someone rocks an Afro, this does not make it revolutionary. There is nothing profoundly good about what took place here. There are some things to take into account before you throw in your praise:
Not only is New Orleans the hub for voodoo and witchcraft, but why are multimillionaires (who would collectively make that billionaires) hold a wedding ceremony in an old crumbling, run down building with chipping paint? That’s because this is not a regular wedding ceremony, but everything about this event is highly Masonic. I’m not going to get too much into it but just know that this is a very creepy picture. No one takes pictures like this and if these people were not famous many of you would agree but because you’ve somehow drafted them into your life there are some things many of you will never believe (like how the woman wearing blue bands on her ankles is the child bearer for the sacrifices. Sound strange? That’s because it is). You carelessly latch onto people who do not know, nor do they care, about your well being. Not every celebrity is your friend and they do not have your best interest at heart. Many of them are witches and warlocks who drink blood in their private time but because that’s too far out of your bubble it would take a miracle for you to believe it. And as long as they can call me crazy and throw me into the category of conspiracy theorist, why should you right? Good thing whether or not someone agrees is not the reason I blog. Besides, some of you are into this kinda thing.