Monday Morning

Real quick, this is just a rant. Very simple.

And something that I want you to pass on or watch every Monday morning because the level of complaining is unacceptable.

Look, what if I told you this was the last Monday morning of your life?

What if I told you you’d die this week?

Would you complain about your crap job or that test you don’t want to take?

I doubt it.

You’d go much higher level thinking. Well that’s really what it takes.

It takes understanding that if you’re not pumped right now, if you’re begrudging what you’re about to do, if you’re not looking forward to it — Look, I respect practicality:

You got to go through school because your parents want you to, you got to pay your rent, you got student loans, I get it.

But please recognize the world we are living in.

We are living in a world where there is so much more opportunity; this internet thing created way more opportunity for all of us. Way more.

I mean look, you might not even be alive.

Like, your mom and dad could have had sex like three minutes latter and you wouldn’t even exist, and you’re complaining. You could have ended up being a bus, a tree!

I just don’t get the mentality of being head-down sad on a Monday morning.

I’m going to make Monday morning my bitch!

I’m going to make you Saturday, Monday morning.

That’s what I want to do every morning, and thats what I want from you.

Please, take a step back and think about how awesome it actually is. And then, recognize that you can attack the world in a totally different way because you were lucky enough to be born during this era.

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Gary Vaynerchuck

“Your Pathetic Magic Betrays You”

I think about that all the time.

I don’t think its our purpose to understand.

Except one thing, we’re soldiers.

We have to know what we’re fighting for.

I’m not fighting so some man or women I barely know can sit on a throne made of swords.

“So what are you fighting for?”

Life.

Death is the enemy.

The first enemy, and the last.

“But we all die.”

The enemy always wins.

And we still need to fight him.

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Undecideds

Good morning.

My prayers are with Ronnie Burke’s family today, I know yours are too. My prayers are with Officer Rafael Martinez and his family – they are not struggling with the loss of a child, but they are struggling with a terrible truth. My prayers are with those families, and with this one.

You know, I find myself on days like this casting about… for someone to blame. I blame the kid he stole a car. I blame the parents, why couldn’t they teach him better? I blame the cop, did he need to fire? I blame everyone I can think of and I am filled with rage.

And then I try and find compassion. Compassion for the people I blame. Compassion for the people I do not understand. Compassion. Doesn’t always work so well.

I remember as a young man listening on the radio to Dr. King in 1968, he asked of us compassion and we responded. Not necessarily because we felt it but because he… convinced us that if we could find compassion, if we could, express compassion, and if we could just pretend compassion, it would heal us, so much more than vengeance could.

And he was right, it did. But not enough.

What we’ve learned this week is that more compassion is required of us and an even greater effort is required of us. And we are all, I think, everyone of us, tired. We’re tired of understanding. We’re tired of waiting. We’re tired of trying to figure out why our children are not safe and why our efforts to make them safe seem to fail. We’re tired.

But, we must know that we have made some progress. And blame will only destroy it. Blame will breed more violence and we have had enough of that. Blame will not rid our streets of crime, and drugs, and fear and we have had enough of that. Blame will not strengthen our schools, or our families, or our workforce – blame will rob us of those things. And we have had enough of that.

And so I ask you today to dig down deep with me and find that compassion in your hearts. Because it will keep us on the road. And we will walk together, and work together. And slowly, slowly, too slowly, things will get better.

God bless you. God bless you, and God bless your children.

santos