Abuse

It Was Written…That Some People Are Fucking Assholes. But The Good News Is You Don’t Have To Be One Of Them.

Somewhere, in a library, or a museum, or perhaps some dusty cavern in the middle of a desert that has yet to be named, there is a book.

Or a scroll, or a carving in the wall that states that Black people were destined to rule.

Only to repeat the mistakes of their past so that they would then be destined to serve…so they could learn how to rule properly.

I truly believe this. I believe that everything that human beings have experienced up to this point was ordained by that and those who came before us.

I believe they were wiser than us, and that they understood huberous and arrogance in a way that we’ve only just scratched the surface of understanding.

The thing is….that just because it was written, doesn’t mean it has to remain.

We don’t have to treat each other like shit. We don’t have to oppress each other and attempt to destroy the lives of those who are blinded by hate, pain, sorrow and anxiety.

We don’t have to live in a world where everything hurts and every day is a challenge just to get out of bed. We as human beings have literally made life as difficult as possible for ourselves while simultaniously patting ourselves on the back and calling it advancement.

At a certain point in time we need to stop, really stop and think about the effect that we have on other people around us.

At a certain point we have to start looking inside, to see what it is that we need to deal with or fix, so that we can be the best possible versions of ourselves. This is the process of self love that I am struggling with the most.

I accept that sometimes I am just a fucking jerk, especially on social media. It has nothing to do with my mental health issues, it has nothing to do with me being emotional, sometimes some people just say some really dumb shit.

So I lash out, and I get really frustrated with myself.

Every.

Damned.

Time.

Without question I worry about the way that people think about me, and then I shake it the fuck off. At the end of the day we cannot, and I can’t stress this enough, worry about what other people think of what we’re doing with our lives and who we are as individuals.

It doesn’t matter if you are the poorest man or the richest woman on Earth, your choices are yours and you have to own that shit.

You may not like your choice, but you always, have a choice. I have said this before, and I will say it until I die.

You can choose to survive, you can choose to take what you have been given and learn to thrive. You can learn to take what you know and use it to your best advantage, or you can wallow.

I highly recommend wallowing for awhile, it’s very therapeutic, and can help you through a lot of the high emotions that come with admitting that sometimes you’re a fucking asshole.

Eventually, however, you have to get up off your ass and do something about changing your life so that you can stop being a fucking asshole and start being someone who focuses on making their time here matter.

Whatever you decide to do, when you decide to live a life of purpose, you can’t go wrong. As long as your purpose isn’t about stepping on the toes of other people, you will absolutely go far in this world. But it’s a choice.

So what are you going to do?

Sending all my love,

Devon J Hall

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