Perseverance

I like doing things differently.
Don't ask me why, It's just the way it is.
Some people think I'm stupid, the rest think I'm crazy
And because of that there is always going to be someone in my way.

So,To All who may be concerned.
I Dare You to stop me.
Push me, hit me, shoot me for all I care. Pound me into the ground.
Whatever you do, remember this one thing.
I WILL Get Back Up.
It's as simple as that.
And i will not rest till i get to where i need to be.
No matter How long it takes, No matter how much effort it takes.
I know where I am right now, and I know where i should be.
I will get there. And there isn't a thing you can do about it.

When the time comes

I'd like to say something. But I don't think i can. It's not because i don't want to. i really can't.
There's no one for me to say it to.
So for now i'm going to keep it to myself.
But. when the time comes I will say it.
I'll say it again,
I'll say it differently,
I'll write it in a poem,
Sing it in a song,
Carve it in a tree
Etch in the cement on the sidewalk.

But you already know what i have to say, don't you?

It doesn't really matter if you don't want me to. I'm still going to say it.
Not now. When the time comes.

The Hard Way

There comes a time in all our lives when we realize we've reached the point of no return, Crossed that bridge. And, now there's no way we're going to turn around.

Life's not exactly a picnic. no matter what you do or how you do it, somewhere down the road some dumbass is going to seriously piss you off. A little further down, Another dumbass is going to tell you what you're doing is stupid. And then there's going to be a third driving at 20 in the fast lane who just won't let you pass.

The problem, is that no matter how much we say what other people say doesn't matter, It does. It'll always be there in the back of your head, raising doubts, questioning your decisions.
We tend to take these minor setbacks as signs that this is wrong. And slowly but surely we give up.

Some of us end up doing things for everyone else. We live entire lives for others only to have our wings clipped and dropped off the roof of a skyscraper. The subsequent pavement pasting is inevitable.
It's what we call hitting rock bottom.

All this because we let other's get in our way. Because we let them decide what's right for us and what's not.

Well I've had enough. And this time I'm doing it My way. It's going to be The Hard Way.

The Little Things

What is it with women?
Is every one on the planet hardwired to use the words, "you've changed. you're not the guy i used to know" ??
I'm sure most, if not all of us men have heard these exact words or some version of them.

Picture this.

Situation 1:
Mom finds your hidden stash of smokes.
You try and explain, "mom, it's not mine. i swear"
But the only thing she says is, "I didn't expect this from you. you've changed"

Situation 2:
After a long relationship your girlfriend decides to call it quits.
You ask her what happened.
She says, "you've changed"

hmmm... i wonder.

No matter what the relation may be, women in our lives always, ALWAYS say that they like us the way we are. and then, they point out tiny things here and there that they don't like. And we men, being the puppets that we were made to be, happily oblige.

After a while having to change the way we comb our hair, the ties we wear to work, the colour of the curtains, etc. starts to get a little annoying. But we let it go. Well, most of the time.

But, it's all okay. It's fine
Change is necessary. Change is inevitable.
The problem arises when the person for whom we change tells us that we aren't whom they've known and loved.

Don't sit there n say that it's all bull****. You know its true.

I'll tell you what i think.
Its said that God made man. and then made women.

Some people joke saying that he made man as a sort of prototype of his ultimate creation, women.

I have a different theory.
The first part is the same. We men were Deemed Incomplete, Imperfect and Incapable of sustaining ourselves.
So The Big Man upstairs decided we needed some company n sent us women.
He Embodied them with EVERY quality that would make a man desire her more than any possession, material or otherwise.

Women were made to complete us.
All these little changes that they make in us may make us something they are no longer fond of.
BUT, each change, is a step towards perfection.

Perfection isn't absolute.
We're all perfect, the catch - we're perfect in the Eyes of Others, never in our own.


So, In the end we are who we are because of the people we know and have known.

For us men it'll always be the mothers, sisters, girlfriends, wives and daughters that make up the little things in our lives. The women in our lives complete us.

And its always about the little things. ;)