The definition of the self comes from the self through the community. I find the acme of my worth through the eyes of those closest to me. They see in me the attributes that a life of spiritual and social sickness has blinded me to. Sometimes it feels like I am going no where. However, my schedule is hectic. I leave my house before the sun rise and return way after it sets. In that time I work, learn, and re-align myself on a daily basis.

I am constantly learning about my self and the people that populate this world I walk through. In others i see a mirror that allows me to understand myself. My spiritual self. My physical self. My ancestral self. But it requires rigid discipline. A discipline I have spent most of my life without and must therefore work even harder to push forward.

As I improve myself and push forward, I keep my eyes open and keep the constantly moving, taking in new things. I refuse to put my head down and slog on. That is for the unenlightened mind. The mind that does not wish to see. I want to see. I want listen. I want to touch. I want to taste. I want smell. I want to be. This is my choice because the only thing you have to do in life is die, everything else is a choice.

To go back to what I said above, I improve because there are those depending on me. I improve because it is my responsibility, not only my choice. I have obligations to my woman, to my parents, to my family, to my ancestors. I stumble, like everyone else, but I refuse to stay down. No matter how long it takes, no matter the pain – emotional, spiritual, and physical – I will stand again looking to the heavens. I align myself to the frequency of the Infinite One, the sounds of existence moving my soul to dance in the Cosmic Dream.