Monday, March 7, 2011

Jumpers don't live.

I used to jump issues that comes to my door.
I never fought much and moved from A to B in 30 seconds, rationalizing my actions with different reasons that means nothing but a diversion to skip the million dollar question.



One day I got boxed in a corner, receiving blows from all different angles, that's when my back is at the wall. There is only one option left for me and only one thing to do. Just start shooting. Point blank, it's me or it.

Jumping around problems is like jumping in a mud field, you jump from a stain to another, nothing changed it's just a different place with the same mud.
Now, right now I know it's fucked-up for me, but I ain't jumping it this time. It will eat something out of me, but hey no one is perfect. I'll fight it, I will be a sticker, and go all over all kind of bullshit all day long and fight it. Because I came personally to an understanding that if I don't force change in my life there will be no changing, change is not free of cost.

Be cool.

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