I guess you could call it a rant. Or maybe even a diary. A diary of a black boy living in Chicago is rarely heard of. But I felt I needed to document my life cause I'm at the point where if I don't write out my mistakes I'm likely to repeat them. I'm at the point where if I can let go of the mistakes of the past and continue forward I could be somebody great. Maybe one day I'll look back noting how much of a dreamer I was. Maybe I'll find this in the deepest corner of my closest and say, "Damn, I was stupid." Or maybe I'll say this was the determined spirit that got me where I am today. I owe all my success to this kid right here. What is success? There are definitely different levels of success but I feel people measure it erroneously. Success should be measured by happiness. I know I want it. Everybody seems to want it, or is that just what the media shows? Being the celebrity with the nice cars and private islands seem so fucking peachy until you realize how much work it would actually take for you to get there. Teens in school might say they want it but their grades say the opposite. See those people don't really want it they just think it would be nice. And then when they're grown and find themselves in the opposite position they're stuck wondering what happened. Maybe that's why I always hear the phrase, "I wish I knew then what I know now." Nahh nigga cause you would still be doing the same thing. The truth is you wish you had the same sense of urgency. You had so many years to set a good life up and wasted it. It's like waiting until the night before to study for your final. But how much of a chance at success do we really have? Are those people born into wealth really happy? All I know is that whatever job you get, make sure you're doing something you love. That's when you'll find true success. And that's what I'm striving for.
