I leave things behind. I drop them because they don’t serve me. Cigarettes. Sugar in coffee. Takers. Boy bai. All yall. I need to hunt. I need to sink my teeth into my reward after a long, hot, arduous pursuit. It’s about the grind. Wow that’s sweet. I can’t do that being weighed down by shit. No anchors. You can’t hunt when you’re tethered. Even actual hunting birds are set free as part of the hunt. How can you fly with a leash on? The hunter trusts she will return. Stop using crutches. They aren’t actually helping you. That’s false. IT’S A LIE. What you think is helping you is actually what’s weighing you down. You were broken before and you’ll be broken after. Know that. Broken doesn’t mean not strong. Oh contraire. Recognizing and accepting you’re broken is strong. Use your non-broken parts to create something real, something that lasts and use your broken parts to give it that spice. Something you can feel proud of. Something that doesn’t wear off. Something your dead relatives will smile down on you for. Girl, boy….you need to FLY! You can’t be dragging any dead weight. It’s going to take time, that’s why the easy stuff wins so often, it’s quick and it feels good. Quick don’t last. Quick doesn’t have staying power. Am I boring you? What’s your anchor? What you think is helping you may be holding you back. Tell me, who’s in charge, you or it?
No Anchors
