There are so many flawed ideologies floating around on social media telling people when to give up on their relationships, what to look for in a person or what constitutes a “toxic” partner or relationship… No one is perfect. No two situations, loves, or connections are identical. Nobody is going to do everything right. Every human, including yourself, is deserving of second chances under non egregious circumstances. All relationships, all bonds will have static. They will have rocky moments. But at the end of the day, all you can ask for in this life out of a person is to respect you, support you, stand by your side, weather any storms you may encounter, and fight for you as you fight for them. Stop trying to find the perfect person, they don’t exist. Instead, try to find the person that will love you unconditionally and never give up on you. Life isn’t about finding what’s perfect because everything in life has flaws. It’s more so about finding what’s worth it and holding on to it.
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Tag: Freestyle Writing
Keep Going
People say they want this and that, but never what they are willing to go through in order to get it. They like the thought of having it. Or they may like the way it looks, so they think they want it… but they don’t really want it.
They’re not willing to put in the actual work it takes to get it or to keep it. The persistent, incessant effort required to keep going and stay committed through all the good and bad…What’s real isn’t easy, and what’s easy isn’t real. If obtaining wealth was easy, everyone would be billionaires. If maintaining health was easy, everyone would run 4 minute miles. If relationships were easy, love would be an endless sunny day at the beach…
Everyone claims to want those things. But the real version of those things doesn’t come easy because they are real things that require patience, persistence and endurance. They are things that people typically prefer to look for shortcuts with, instead of fighting through the muddy trenches to reach the desired finish line the organic way: out the mud, through the mud. That is what separates what is concrete and long lasting from what is here today, and gone tomorrow…
Success doesn’t happen overnight. But if you put in the required effort, roll with the punches, and keep pushing through… one day it just might.
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Seeds
Back and forth along life’s course…
I find myself lost again.
Searching for answers in a forest filled with weeds
Hoping to stumble upon fruitful seeds.
Or maybe, they will eventually find me.
But for the time being, I’m wondering what your mind sees.
Pondering what image of me you perceive.
The picture of perfection is what human desire brings,
But we both know those are merely a child’s dreams.
It’s no secret, my queen… I am covered with blemish like a hound with fleas.
Which makes me wonder: Am I really what a bride needs?
To be immersed in loneliness even when I’m right by your side?
The uncertainty of how to handle your silent cries will be my demise.
But I hear you, baby…
It’s just sometimes the noise in this forest drives me crazy.
Numb to what’s in front of my own 2 eyes.
Aware of what’s there,
Only to never have enough time to take an honest peak.
Instead, I’m too busy looking down at my size 10 feet.
Wondering how these dogs are able to support such a mess.
Never prepared for any of life’s tests.
Always attempting my best but to no avail,
Never failing to yield to stress.
The story of the young, Black American male
Through trial and error walking life’s trail.
Strikes tallied up prior to leaving the womb.
Systematically predestined for prison or an early tomb…
Fed a fairytale since elementary
About the benefits of school.
And if you get good grades, it’ll pay off soon.
But the only paying off I see
Is the debt toll from living the Rat Race American Dream…
Still. I search for answers through this wretched forest.
Feeling somewhat of a misguided tourist in a foreign land.
What’s worse is I don’t think anyone understands
What it feels like to be treated as just another grain of sand…
If this forest were a beach, I’d plant my feet, stand,
And feel the breeze graze my face with opened hands.
I close my eyes again and imagine what your mind sees.
While walking life’s course, in search of fruitful seeds.
Wildfire
Another rainy day in Louisiana…
How much water does this place really need?
Swamplands, marsh, gulfs, rivers, daily torrential downpours.
The heart of this place pumps H20 it would seem.
An abundance of life’s essential ingredient is hardly a bad thing…
But I mean, I could think of a place out west truly in need.
I guess that’s just life’s game. One goes without, while the other lives in excess.
A cycle that has been in existence since the beginning of time.
Survival of the most fortunate.
Maybe life has 2 circles instead of a singular.
One yearns for a miracle, the other has the single cure.
The yin and yang phenomenon shows it’s face, yet again.
The fortunate and misfortunate.
The former with nothing, the latter with everything…to lose.
As I sit and watch futile raindrops trickle down a glass window…
Whose authority is it actually to choose these rules?
As rhetorical as this question may appear to be…
I suppose life is merely a dream.
Is my subconscious taking me down a winding river stream?
Sharp turns, choppy waters. All leading to a penultimate waterfall.
The height of my expectations dictating how hard I fall.
Whether inside my punctured boat, or swimming freely immersed in the element.
Both have the same ending.
Engulfed in the vast stream, my internal wildfire reverts to clouds of steam…
How much water does this place really need?
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Quan Amiri 