written by erykah badu
Some day I will be free of this pain. The agony of fear. I am ashamed. It is who we have become. It has given us identity. We have inherited this thing.
It lives deep within us and is there to cradle our heads like a womb we know well. It is our familiar. The pain it brings with it has become a sweet unhappiness. We have become addicted to its ways .
It brings us to our VICES that keep us in complacency. It has defined who we are when our wills retreat . It has no mercy on the weak. It has introduced us to jealousy and hatred and self loathing and greed and prejudice and racism and hate and shame. It makes us old and ugly .
It covers our heads with bags and ties our hands and brings us to our knees.
It tells lies in a truth disguise.
It has taken our Power.
It has chained a Champion..
Love has been forgotten.
We have become comfortably numb.
Even our worship of “GOD “has become an act to satisfy one another.
We hate together.
But there is A FORCE.
The GREATEST OF ALL.
That which turns KINGS TO SERVANTS and changes the face of time with nothing but a choice .
It belongs to you.
It wears a simple smile.
The choice to love.
Love has the face of joy, a happy child, a giving hand.
It is made of acceptance and encouragement and sharing and compassion And forgiveness.
It Does NOT JUDGE the weak nor the poor or those who are different. It does not hurt or embarrass.
We have lived . We have adapted to fear . We have forgotten.
We are innocent.
We are Good.
Because the two ( fear and love) can not occupy the same space at once, only one of the two can be applied in a single CHOICE.
It is ours. It is a journey we walk alone.
We are accountable.
Fear will not give in to easy tho.
It wants to blame others when WE Choose NOT to love.
It is a self ran program that has fooled us into believing we Need it to be identified as one of the ” many”.
But only the few know this:
FEAR FEARS YOUR LOVE.
It will die without your energy.
It holds tight like good loving fleeting in the night .
We must Fight.
And Never Give Up.
the cadence of bruce lee’s speech makes it so that i can listen to him talk all day. in addition to that, he’s got gems to share.
“my life it seems like is a life of self-examination and self-peeling of my self, bit by bit, day by day….”
“when i look around, i always learn something and that is to be always yourself, and to express yourself, to have faith in yourself.
do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it.”
“empty your mind. be formless. shapeless. like water. now, you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup.
you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle.
you put it in a tea pot, it becomes the tea pot.
now water can flow, or it can crash. be water, my friend.”
“running water never grows stale, so you’ve got to keep on flowing.”
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
– Claude McKay
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbirdâ€”
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
– Mary Oliver, Thirst
while in haiti, i met a couple who recited this poem. the husband read it in its native spanish and the wife translated it into english. it’s beautiful.
Youâ€™re not depressed, youâ€™re distracted. Distracted from the life that fills you, from the life that surrounds you: dolphins, forests, seas, mountains, rivers.
Donâ€™t fall for what your brother fell for, who suffers for one person when there are 5,600 millions people in the world.
Besides, living alone isnâ€™t so bad. I have a good time deciding what I want to do every time and itâ€™s because of solitude that I know myself, a fundamental thing for living.
Donâ€™t fall for what your father fell for, who feels old because heâ€™s 70 years old and forgets that Moses guided the exodus at 80 and Rubistein played Chopin like nobody else, at 90. To mention just two familiar cases.
Youâ€™re not depressed, youâ€™re distracted because you think you lost something, which is impossible because everything has been given to you. You didnâ€™t make a single hair in your head, so you donâ€™t own anything.
And life doesnâ€™t take things from you, it liberates you from them. It makes you lighter so you can fly higher, so you can reach fullness. From the cradle to the tomb itâ€™s a school so what you call problems are really just lessons. You didnâ€™t lose anybody, those who died have just gone ahead, because thatâ€™s where weâ€™re all going. Besides, the best of them, their love, stays in your heart. Who could say Jesus is dead? Thereâ€™s no death, thereâ€™s moving. And on the other side, wonderful people wait for you: Gandhi, Michelangelo, Whitman, St. Augustine, Mother Theresa, your grandmother and my mother, who thought poverty was closer to love because money distracts us with many things and alienates us because it makes us suspicious.
Do only what you love and youâ€™ll be happy, and he who does what he loves is fated for success, which will arrive when it should, because what must be will be and will come naturally. Donâ€™t do anything under obligation or compromise but for love. Then there will be fullness and everything is possible in it. And effortless because itâ€™s the natural force of life what moves you; what lifted me up when the plane that carried my wife and daughter crashed; what kept me alive when doctors gave me only 3 or 4 months to live. God put you in charge of a human being and itâ€™s you. You must make yourself happy and set yourself free, it is only after this that youâ€™ll be able to share real life with the rest. Remember Jesus: â€œLove one another as I have loved youâ€.
Reconcile with yourself, stand in front of a mirror and think that the creature youâ€™re looking at is a work of God and decide right now to be happy because happiness is an acquisition.
And happiness is not a right but a duty because if youâ€™re not happy, youâ€™re bringing down the whole neighborhood. A single, talentless, coward man had six millions Jewish brothers killed. There are so many things to celebrate and our time on earth is so short that suffering is a waste of time. We have to celebrate the snow of the winter and the flowers of the spring, chocolate from Perusa, French baguettes, Mexican tacos, Chilean wines, the seas and rivers, Brazilian soccer, One Thousand and One Nights, The Divine Comedy, Don Quixote, Pedro PÃ¡ramo, Manzaneroâ€™s boleros and Whitmanâ€™s poetry, MÃ¤iller, Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, Caravaggio, Rembrandt, VelÃ¡squez, Picasso and Tamayo, among other wonders.
And if you have cancer or AIDS, only two things can happen and theyâ€™re both good: If it beats you, it sets you free from that annoying body: Iâ€™m hungry, Iâ€™m cold, Iâ€™m tired, I want to, Iâ€™m right, I have doubtsâ€¦ and if you beat it, youâ€™ll be humbler, more grateful and therefore easily happy. Free from the enormous weight of guilt, responsibility and and vanity, willing to live each moment as profoundly as it must be lived.
Youâ€™re not depressed, youâ€™re just not busy. Help the boy who needs you, that boy will be your sonâ€™s business partner. Help the elderly and the young ones will help you when youâ€™re older. Besides, service is sure happiness, like enjoying nature and caring for it for those whoâ€™ll come. Give beyond measure and youâ€™ll receive beyond measure.
Love until you become what is loved and even until you become love itself. And donâ€™t let a few suicides and homicides confuse you, goodness is the majority but you canâ€™t tell because itâ€™s quiet. A bomb is louder than a stroke but for each bomb that destroys there are millions of strokes that feed life.
Very few things as beautiful as these words have been given to me, that they seem to come out not just from a kind soul but from a very human one. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do and I hope we all put them in practice. Now, letâ€™s live and complain less, donâ€™t you think?
– Facundo Cabral
* original title: No Estas Deprimido, Estas Distraido