You go home, you decompress, you go to bed, you get up, you do it over again. The good thing about the bad days is that they never stay bad all the time, most of the time.
What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense.
Introspect yourself. To CHECK yo’self, motherfucka.
Sometimes I can remember times I shouldn’t.
Other times I can’t remember times I should.
Then there are times of vacancy.
A blank slate..
Nothing.
The memories arrive in a flood.
It’s more than just slapping yourself upside the head and being humble for a split second. It’s about being right where you are: physically – mentally – spiritually.
But I don’t want to be a part of any religious bullshit. I can’t stand Bible beaters.
It doesn’t have anything to do with religion, SON!
Separate religion from spirituality.
Keep yourself tuned in.
Tuned up.
It’s about asking yourself the right questions.
And answering honestly.
Only you will know.
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