Something Out of Nothing

"What are you made of?, says the man I face. Every morning, I am asked the same question. At first, I'd brush him off, but the longer I stayed silent the more unrelenting his bullying would become. Sometimes, I would much rather give up my wallet or run my pockets empty...just something and anything to avoid his oppressive and sickle taunts. It's like being trapped into a suffocating corner of a boxing ring. Haymakers finding their way between the integrity of my defense, I've grown tired and my fists have lost their grip. The more noticeable my collapse, the bigger the ridicule. What am I to do? What am I to say to my own damn reflection? 

I've always heard of the expression that the journey towards self-discovery is one of the most arduous of tasks, yet a journey we must all take within some point of our lives. Through many trials and tribulations (how cliche to say, right?), I still find myself discouraged and question why it hasn't been my time. Seems like I made myself believe this "tada" moment was an overnight process. It is so easy to seek instantly gratifying moments to justify the present tense versus harnessing down for the long haul and facing the ugly nasty truth, which entails knowing who you are.

Okay Socrates, what the hell does that mean? Well to start, take away Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and any other social medium in which we are allowed to selectively portray ourselves to the public. I mean if people were to strip you down of the fabricated denim of a story you've continued to tell yourself and the world, what would they really see? Is what you say congruent with who you truly are? Do you know who you are and does what you do correctly define your character, your qualities,your motivation, your moral and ethical positions? What are your distractions? Which type of people do you need to avoid? What kind of life do you dream of living and how are you going to get there?

What do you love?
Who do you love?

These are the tough questions, merely a fraction, of what we must all ask ourselves at some point. No more mommy and daddy. Whatever it is that you got to do, I hope you have the strength to answer them. I am still on my journey. Knee deep in this water and still looking to sail. It seems as if it has only begun. I can't complain. I shouldn't complain. I have a roof on my head, a car that gets me from point A to point B, and support I can't ever pay back in this lifetime and the next.

I guess it is my turn to answer these questions. Time to really practice what I preach. I would like to thank the people who still lookout for my success. You have my greatest respect for you all share the one common trait that so happens to be themed within this blog. And that is knowing who you are because knowing thyself is indeed true success. Maybe we are meant to take a few steps back in life only to find out that the journey within will actually move us farther than we can imagine. The fruition of a dream or goal is merely a bonus. Tomorrow morning, when the man I face in the mirror asks what am I made of again, I will laugh because the inner nerd will answer like this: I am made up of atoms. At the center, a nucleus consisting of protons and neutrons. Some distance away are the electrons who are merely floating specs of fluff with the power of determining the physical and bonding characteristics of all that exists. In essence, the atom is made up of entirely...nothing. It is incredible to think that we are capable of doing things above and beyond our imagination. We've built the pyramids. We've landed on the moon. We can love and we can destroy. We are Nelson Mandela. We are Bruce Lee. We are Pope John Paul II. We are 2pac. We are Mother Theresa. 

We are Worth a Wrist...showing you that obstacles are self-manifested. Our only adversary is the person who you reflect. Therefore, stop beating yourself up for things that haven't happened yet. It's a process and our time will come. We are only human, but even humans are capable of making something out nothing...literally. 

Do the dance with me
One step back
Two steps forward
Don't call it a comeback

Keep it sailing,
Jeff