Finding Worth in the Middle of the Earth: 8.13.17

Uncommon. That word keeps making it’s way in my life…

Uncommon. That word keeps making it’s way in my life in some shape or form, whether through ads on the internet or even the name of competition in the industry I’m in. Uncommon can have so many negative connotations but why would anyone want to be common anyway? Wouldn’t they want to be uncommon? I want to be uncommon. Special. Unique. Unlike any other. That’s why it is so necessary for me work towards the life and the success I see for myself. I cannot allow myself to continue to dwell in commonality.

I want to make a difference, change a life, inspire a generation and lead a generation. My impact doesn’t have to be in a major way but I am who believes any impact at all is major. So many things going on in my personal life friend and work wise, I’ve been given some clarity. However, that clarity is quickly eclipsed by the destruction going on in our country. Not necessarily destruction of things but destruction of the moral fiber and values I believe this country stands on.

We are all aware of the numerous incidents going on in our world and all I have to say is this isn’t uncommon, this has happened before and in many places before, it’s just now broadcasted through various media forms. I want to be uncommon in the way that Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,  John F. Kennedy, and countless others were.

 

 

 

 

Photo by Christian St. Clair 

Cry Out: Flowers

Among the roses lie the dying flowers, broken into pieces, searching for life.  The life has left them and all that is left are the wilted petals. So many layers to this flower but we only choose to see it as dying, we do not wish to pick this flower because it’s not “beautiful”. The flower cries out to be picked, cries out to be pretty too. Cry out flower, someone will hear you someone will replenish your roots with water. Someone will save you, if you are worth saving. Someone will heal you if you produce the scent that they want. Someone will pick you but should you be picked? Cry out until your tears make you grow again. Cry out until you bloom.