I see this guy at work sometimes.
He looks drained.
Eye lids halfway down.
Neck dropped.
Walking so slow, as if he wants slow down time.
To his left there are kids playing with cups, he looks at them and smiles. I guess that brought back memories of feelings of freedom.
To me freedom is having no fear.
I don’t want to fear paying bills on time, I don’t want to fear trying to create an image people would accept. I don’t want to fear the reality that maybe my life isn’t going the way I’d hoped.
I want freedom from all that.
But “realists” love to say that’s just how life goes.
In African American History class, my teacher told me that Harriet Tubman only saved about 60 slaves, and most of them were family, but there’s a quote from her that says ‘I could have saved thousands - if only I’d been able to convince them they were slaves.’ And that got me thinking. Back then some of those slaves probably thought that that’s just how life goes too. “That’s how things are supposed to be”
Well fuck that not me.
I’ma challenge “reality.”
Maybe that’s not my reality because maybe reality can just be your own perception of it.
Mixed in with a little hard work.
So I’ll change what I listen to, I’ll change what and who I’m around because “sweet love and sunshine, if it’s all in the air, then it’s all on your mind.”