Do you ever look around, figuratively, and be like wow, how did I get here?
A cousin left a comment on my recent instagram carousel of me being very touristy in London, and said “I love that you[re] living your best life” and that really made me be like, I cant believe I am here. I am from the hood, multiple hoods actually but still. When I was 17 I was getting kicked out of many people’s home, and having to figure shit out on my own. And this isn’t a woe is me post, just saying. I came from that, but the one thing that set me up early was I had a mother who made me believe If I wanted to do it, I could. The it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, was 10000% possible for me to achieve. I think for that reason, nothing seems impossible to me, it all falls on me, and how much effort I want to put into the thing.
I wish I could tell 17 year old me, babes, you have nothing to worry about. Life is going to be so good, so much fun, there’s so much adventure coming. I’m glad that my suicide attempt didn’t work, cuz I would’ve missed out on all of this! And that would’ve been the Real Tragedy.
Jonez






When did we get into the habit of glossing over the ‘struggle’? I find that folks are so eager to show that they are winning, that it creates unrealistic expectations so when you do lose, personally, you lose your fucking mind. We know, with all forms of social media, you have to keep up airs, stay put on but isn’t that exhausting? Now don’t get me wrong, who the hell wants to solely focus on failures? Nobody. That’s a depressing place to be, but shit happens, right?