I’ll never know when it might be my last, so I want to take advantage of this opportunity In my lap. To think I have made it this far in my short lived life is unfathomable, which then makes me, uncomfortable. Days pass by much like a bullet train, and by the time I realize I’m on autopilot, my memory drifts from me. The memories I unconsciously created will never skip the forefront of my mind. Thankfully I took this picture…

Part of me thinks the root of problem stems from my 8 concussions when playing football. Even when advised from some of the finest neurologist to stop playing, I still refused to pull the plug. I was adamant about proving a point after an emotional dispute with a loved one… I know the women that have dated me are saying “Girl, that’s the Taurus in him - stubborn as hell.” And rightfully so, I had taken on an identity that wasn’t suited for my soul. I needed my space to be challenged by life and thrown to the sharks, for my thoughts to brew in silence.

I’m certain with that with time I will find what exactly I’m looking for out of this life. The possibility of this happening in the next 3 minutes are just as high as it happening 3 years from now. But for now, just sick back and watch this Black Boy Fly.