The Memoirs

The Beginning

As a young person growing up in Oak Cliff, Tx I was considered a very fortunate child. My mother was a very hard working woman and my father was busy trying to find himself. My parents split up when I was young, and I held a strong grudge towards my father. I felt like he could have done more as a man to ensure that we would be a family. I took it upon myself to show him everyday how I felt and I would never forgive him for what he had done. The burden of raising a boy to a man was laid on my mother's shoulders. I went through a lot of different changes early in my life because I often found myself surrounded by nothing but women. I found companionship in my younger cousin Derrick. We are as close as any blood brothers could be, but there was always some division because my mother provided me with all my wants and needs. As I got older my mother was in search for a different environment for me. She sent me to Tyler Street to get a christian education. I was not onboard with this decision at all because I was thinking that I would be losing something by moving there. My mother was able to look over the horizon and see the big picture. She understood that I would not only get a better education but I would also be safe. I am so thankful for my days at Tyler Street for a lot of reasons. I was able to make friends and share a bond that will last my whole life (Pluck,Chad,Greg,Jarvis). Once I graduated I started getting prepared to journey into real life. Real life started for me in Beaumont, Tx. I told myself that I was going to go to college and do something my mother and father never was able to do. Reality set in and I was on my on and free to do whatever I wanted. I started straying away from the plan by not going to school, not studying and not caring about anything. After only a year of school I decided to pack up everything and come back home.
THE SAGA CONTINUES.....

Enough is Enough

Enough Is Enough
What does it take to make you happy? How much must you have to be grateful?
To the barefoot man, happiness is a pair of old shoes. To the man with old shoes, it’s a pair of new shoes. To the man with new shoes, it’s more stylish shoes. And, of course, the fellow with no feet would be happy being barefoot.
This leads to the ancient insight: If you want to be happy, count your blessings, not your burdens. Measure your life by what you have, not by what you don’t.
Yet in our modern world where we’re continually exposed to endless increments of more and better – others with more money, better TVs, and bigger houses – this is very difficult.
For some people, the pleasure of having something good is drained as soon as they see someone else with something better. Our sense of contentment is created or destroyed by comparisons.
A life consumed with unfulfilled wants is an affliction. The antidote is understanding the concept of "enough."
Start by thinking more clearly about the difference between your needs and your wants, between sufficiency and abundance.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with wanting more and striving to fill our lives with things and experiences that give us pleasure, so long as we don’t believe we need whatever we want.
When we think we need what we really only want, we make our desires preconditions to happiness, thereby diminishing our ability to appreciate and enjoy what we do have.
It’s easy to think that happiness is achieved by getting what we want when it’s really a matter of wanting what we get.
In the end, enough is enough.

Socialization.....As it is seen in my eyes.....

Socialization is a tool that carries a lot of power. It can be used to build relationships of all kinds. I have set back and watched myself get away from all means of socialization. As I got older I started to realize, it's not going to be about what you know until you put yourself in position to get an opportunity. A key component in gaining opportunity is the ability to open up to your fellow man. Often in life we prejudge people by using some form of prejudice or misunderstanding of their culture, attitude, or sense of style. I have grown to understand that age old saying "You can't judge a book by its cover".

The Pulse

The Cerebral Cortex in it's self holds the key. We must first find the best way to benefit from its power. Many of our forefathers died in search of this. Instead of just giving in to the fear of centralization of the mind they put their lives on the line for knowledge. The rights to gain knowledge have no boundaries, nor does it see color, race, greed, social status, or gender.