they spread lies to make it seem like we don’t have enough resources to be individual dreamers.
Sometimes we forget the horrors of slavery. We forget the horrors of our own suffering. I remember though. I remember very well. Now even, I fear it. I want my truth. I want my freedom, Lord.
This country needs an immigration overhaul. Human rights are being violated in America as immigrants are forced to work less than humane jobs and in some cases forced to not work at all. How the hell are human beings supposed to be free and happy if they are forced to live subhuman lives?
I am not sure if today is meant to be the way it is. If it is, it is extremely strange. This is not the mind state I thought was me, but what I have come to find is that my freedom I miss — the freedom which I was intended to have. Living at home has become burdensome but I understand the timing. I understand it all, I am just hoping that it will unfold correctly. I am with my good friend and musical partner today and it is reminding me of our youth, when all we’d do is spend time together, make music, and enjoy life. That is me. Once the money comes things will be more stable. That is just a cold fact, though it really isn’t that cold if you look at it the right way. Money is not a bad thing, unless of course you don’t like to help society with it at all. Money is a good thing. It allows us to have the freedom to enjoy ourselves and to be a part of a functioning system. As for justice, that is something I’ll never abandon or forget. I can’t. It’s my purpose. I need my happiness and my economy before it all though. May it all fall together seamlessly.
I am sitting here debating like I have time but I don’t. Time is money, whether your admit it or won’t. But what about the sake of art? What about beauty and truth? Perhaps they will follow, seeing as how the systems of the world do not permit us to do as we wish without first earning a financial support system. But what about my rep? What about the fans, the world, and what about my destiny? How much longer do I delay it? I believe in my destiny, but to what extent is my will free? oh, I cannot wait and debate. I am free to do what I am destined to do. When will the fear and uncertainty subside? It takes actions to provide. More than just words. More than just thoughts and complaints. My art, my being, my inner me must be released to the world whether it believes in me or not. It is who I am. I am not here because I chose to be born but because life and soul were given to me, to be happy, to live and be free, to understand and to learn. I understand. I’ve learned. I need to act. Life was given to us as a gift, and yet, people want to strip life of its beauty. Why? And why must we die? Do we die? Yes, but only if we do not see the light.
Our purpose is to be happy for our existence, to be free to do as we wish, and to worship our Creator.
Trying to balance faith with desire.