The Lost Boy

It’s hard not to hate.

People, things, institutions… when they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only feeling that makes sense.

But I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart, turns him into something he’s not, something he promised himself he’d never become.

That’s what I need to tell you, to let you know how hard I’m trying to not cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart.

Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain.

When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future, all I have is distraction and remorse.

I buried my best friend three days ago. As clichéd as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew, a part I’ll never see again.

Every day is a new box boys. You open it, you take a look at what’s inside. You’re the one that determines if its a gift or a coffin.

SONS OF ANARCHY: Ryan Hurst. CR: James Minchin III / FX

 

Your Gift

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10:45 p.m., Christmas Eve… Don’t stop fighting.

It’s almost time to open that gift.

See many of us, we give up, right before we reach that last step.

We start to listen to the echos, of the doubters.

We start to listen to the echos, of the people who don’t even believe in themselves.

Young King,

You literally got to see it, before its in your hands.

You want to jump to different careers, when at the end of the day, your gift is your career.

Don’t let that person convince you to go up another flight of stairs, when your dream and your gift is four steps away.

We got to get it.

They aint see nothing in us. They saw us as trash that they walk passed on the ground.

But God got a funny way, he got a funny way of lifting you up.

Lifting that trash from the ground, breathing air into the dust, and taught it into man.

Placing a crown on his head.

For me, he took a man on the side of a Tokyo gas station.

No money, no cellphone, no hope.

And he lift me up, and he told the world,

“Watch my son shine!”

Young King,

You got greatness in you.

We come from the bottom, but we wont stay there.

Let’s become everything they told us we couldn’t. Let’s become everything they can never see.

And let’s become everything they want to be.

No matter where you start, don’t you ever quit on your dream.

Because you might just be that person, leaving your gifts down stairs under the tree,

And God already wrote your name on it.

Go claim what belongs to you.

No matter what hits you in life, no matter who leaves you, no matter who walks away,

Continue to fight for your gift under that tree.

I got plenty of men who watch me do what I do,

And they look at me like “I cant believe it.”

But what I whisper to them, with everything in my heart, I tell them,

“It was never meant for you to see. It was never meant for you to understand.”

Understand that tears are necessary. Understand that pain is necessary.

They wont give you nothing. You’re gonna have to earn it.

So just like when you walk into your momma’s room, 10:45 p.m. Christmas eve,

And you say “Momma, can i please open a gift?”

She say,

“No baby, you gotta wait, you gotta wait til the morning.

But I promise, if you can lay down, and you can toss and turn a little bit longer,

In the morning, you’ll see the best gift you ever seen in your life.”

Kings,

Its 10:45 p.m. Christmas Eve.

Stay strong. Stay steady.

And enjoy the gifts in the morning.

Be Yourself: The Story of Your Life

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Sorry, I have to be who I am, everyone else is taken.

Be your-fucking-self!

And if there are people a round who tempt you with non-existence,

blast through that and give them the full glory of who you are.

Do not withhold yourself from the world. Do not piss on the incandescent gift of your existence.

Don’t drown yourself in the petty fog and dustiness of other people’s ancient  superstitions, and unbeliefs, and aggressions, and culture and crap!

No! Be a flare!

We’re all born that way. We’re all born self-expressive.

We’re all born perfectly comfortable with being incredibly inconvenient to our parents.

We shit, we piss, we wake up at night, we throw up on their shoulders, we scream, we cry…

We are, in our essence, in our humanity, perfectly comfortable with inconveniencing others.

That’s how we’re born, that’s how we grow, that’s how we develop.

Well, I choose to retain the ability to inconvenience the irrational.

Do not kill yourself because other people are dead.

Do not follow people into the grave.

Do not atomize yourself because others have shredded themselves into dust for the sake of their fears and their desire to conform with the history of the dead.

Be who you are, if it’s inconvenient to other people,

that’s their goddamn business not yours!

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Quote from: Stefan Molyneux