If Satan did art it would consist of hurt that would blind a man into his confusion. Confusion in art is one of the ways humans battle popular opinion as a great debate. In the role of creation a person believes their own will is what makes art. Following the fact when our unsatisfactory embraces temptation, greed and envy. All these elements the beastly desires of our human heart contain. Releasing this into the sphere of modern art to showcase impulsive actions that frames the carnage of human. Satan uses his paintbrush from the spine of Icarus children. Making an inescapable policy that will work good clashing with evil. Ground working the frame of a human heart on this earth.
If Satan did art it would look like war burning across the tundra as people search for treasures in the land of Israel. Just for rare items once held at the tip of mosses staff ripped away and auctioned. The human heart can portray Satan working his art, showcasing the ills a person has endured walking. Is pain a close correlation of crafting out hell for a persons pocket book to write a check off for ? Some say that we are already in hell. I respond to them by saying it is a matter of what you see life as.
Satan is Gods greatest artist. Both artist use their paint brush to stroke out illustration in black and white. Fighting for their moral standpoint. Watching both opposing sides collide, to create something polarizing. I would say be-careful of what you give your eyes and time to with the intention of men. God allowed Satan to craft his wicked ways onto the concrete jungle for are hands to handle. He tested the gift of discernment that our receptors use too decipher the ills of one mans truth. Satan’s truth is knowledge that is suppose to be kept hidden from are reality; adultery, murder and greed.
Do you guys ever notice how the election campaign is ran ? You go out and touch basis on what is going on in America. Getting to know different communities and how it is ran. The vices that set groups of people are faced with then you find a point to fix the problem. The power of communication and love are prevalent in most Campaigns that gives a killer sweep in elections. Understanding the voice of your people is a relevant thing that is missing in the hearts of people. Although dollars are funded from big corporations, other politicians and so far. The money helps fuel a personality that is willing to inspire change within the world.
How would it look if I flaunt money in your face. Claiming I am some big shot coming here to save every one with no interaction or value of human life. I would be looked at as a target. The demonic devil who has no regard for life around me. Why would a community build their trust with me if I continued on doing this ? Instead it punishes people even more causing chaos in the hearts and mind of men. Money does not buy respect. Respect in my world is one of the strong foundations of building love. In order to succeed in the realm of business, I must build interaction within community. This holds true when we have to build trust. It is more than a campaign slogan or a fancy logo. We have to real life sit back and care for the place we inhabit. Stop to take our ear to listen then we give a solution on how we can bridge gaps on making what is wrong a better place. I think that is what makes Donald Trump not a respected figure head among people of economic decline, minority or people that celebrates liberalism. In fact he is the definition of someone who binds into the greed of money. Talking the power of a dollar and keeping the riches that “America” has build for it-self. Yeah it is a great talk for those that believe China is pimping us out of trade and immigrants are stealing from us.
Really the answer is bridging the gap in communities across an even keel so people can swim the shores of our economic rise we promise on our soil.
More than forty-million adults suffer from depression according to Anxiety And Depression Association Of America. Half of the people that have diagnoses of anxiety are left untreated. People that checks in the hospital due to high stress levels are often kept under diagnosis for psychiatric care. How many people are going to go through this epidemic we call depression ? With numbers that are daunting I personally found ways depression can be overcome through personal observation and experience.
I believe depression triggers from worrying inside our mind. Actually depression may be a sign of genius. Are brains are here for us to feel, see, and create. I believe it is all in how we channel thoughts for a positive out-come in our reality. Some Americans may feel stuck, waiting for that next success to break though. Maybe depression comes to finding a healing point from a traumatic experience we felt deeply. Depression is a sign of our mind working out realities we are unhappy with. I believe balancing out Depression is finding the root reason of why we are depressed first. You can not find a cure if you do not know what triggers this disease that attacks you.
As a doctor, I can diagnose all kind of medicines that will try and raise dopamine levels. A natural chemical in the brain that is suppose to come from natural stimulation. Now if you a n*gga in the hood going through stresses, like real life stresses. You often turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms or even let the pressures that surround you over take. When in reality depression can be eased by ridding of toxic people. Toxicity can be felt by those who are not willing to see you strive on the next goal you reach. People who down-play what you are doing, constantly judging with a magnifying glass with-out offering solutions on what can help you out. Being stuck inside of a hell-hole job with a boss that is over demanding. Doing daily routines just to make ends meet. A trap us as Americans do not have a choice but to fall into. Families not being valued at the utmost, leaving people feeling isolated and alone. This also applies for friend based relationships to. We live in such a fast paced world we often question ones self-identity on how to keep up.
Depression can be fixed in my opinion(if you are clinically sane), by changing the narrative of your story. The law of attraction is a very true statement. You ever felt like your soul has been so deeply poisoned, negative thoughts over-take your being. You felt so deeply poisoned you became the Squidward sitting behind your stationary work place waiting for that hour of excitement. In that case, attracting unfortunate circumstances with your deary outlook on life. Focus on your path and live out your desires to the fullest. No I would not say you are depressed. I think you may be unsatisfied with the situation of what is going on around you. Do not let money define you’r happiness because it sure in the hell will not buy self-respect. You want to wake up in the morning feeling fulfilled to accomplish what your heart desires. I believe that is why we mourn so deeply at a funeral. We never gave chances on how life would be if we embraced our hearts desire. We often give are will away a lot of the time, not knowing the full potential of what this fire holds. Knowing this, become the best person you can be then the human being that holds stability will follow.
I use to be the one that sits back and let life control me. I think that life is a simple thing to be figured out. Often it is over complicated by the emotional context it is surrounded by. When we have a woman we adore so much, we did not even stop to realize the beauty that is in our self . Putting our own happiness in the hands of another. We give our power to them. Not knowing the beauty of the relationship has to come from within first. That is most of what it is when we look at the content of enjoyment. If I do not love myself and what I do I can not take control of my destiny. I will be stuck doing the same routines over and over again. Why do I bump my head and nothing is working out for me ? Why do I care about the personal opinions of others.
When we start to care about the personal opinions of others we often hold ourselves back. Being stuck in the same context not growing to see our results potential be plentiful. I rather pick up on new skills and take life by the horns instead of let life hold me back. I rather take my happiness in my own hands then let someone else control it. Money is the root of success, I rather go out and be the best me possible. Collecting income from what I love to do. Utilizing the gift god has gave me in order to be the happiest me possible. Us as a human race are missing that in life.
I often am at work for at-least forty plus hours. I do not have time to see my wife. I yearn for love and attention. I want all my family, even those that are not immediate to come on a shit talking diet. We enjoy what it means to have the simplicity of life at are finger tips. Let classic times roll and cold beers be crisp within our finger tips. I have time to even hear my kids in the other room having the time of their life. Nothing in life can’t take away from this happy bubble we live in. Accepting that life is not bad as it is. I see Betty shaking away too the classic Ninety R-N-B music we once all enjoyed. You ever seen Uncle Larry throw down a deadly ace while you have the other five at the table shocked in aw. I never want it too end. Then I get a call from my boss.
It is all business at this point. A lifeless jelly suit takes my emotional body by force. Instantly I go from this kind caring person, to an instantaneous jerk that hates all my co-workers. This ass-hat twenty-two year old I work with that seems like a snob runs me like a fuck buck. How in the world we let a Twenty-Two year old run a fifty-five year old wild. Welcome to america, the land of where a person can tell me what to do with a simple college degree while I still have to make time to get mine. As this little twenty-two year old is giving me command I go into a day dream. Thinking on the time I spent with my family that one afternoon. The kids smile on my faces when I bring them the nicest electronic devices life has to ever ask for. I instantly think on what my family means to me. Be an asshole….I do not need anyone in life except for the people around me. The people that love me make me feel complete and whole. Why do I need anybody when I have a community of different talented people that live with me in my house ? The ones that keep me happy. I do not have time for people extra bullshit and games. What is a statistic when the people that are in my house-hold beat the statistics with me. I uplifted my children from factors with-out even have to call for governmental assistance. More so like we did.
I think in my time as I gained wisdom walking on my feet, I realized family is the only thing that matters.
You ever seen a dope-fiend beg you for a dollar so they can get their next fix from the blow house. You ever seen a little girl mom become a call-girl so she can provide for her family. Life is viscous as it get from the jungle. I went to school everyday and got called ugly by my peers because I did not have the latest pair of gym-shoes at my disposal. I remember standing in line eating reduced lunch because I could not even afford the price of a full school lunch. Man oh man, I remember the days going to school felt like I was stimulating a penitentiary system. Growing up, I had to do things I did not want to do in-order to survive. I had to wear clothes I did not want to wear because it was affordable. When I was younger, all I ever wanted was a piece of the bigger pie. My dad was busy working at a factory all the way out in Detroit. We usually worked twelve hour days so he can provide food on the table. Then this man had child-support garnish his wages unfairly. Because the crazy woman he had dated from the projects way back in his younger days strikes with vengeance. She only let him see his kids on the weekend.
The heartbreak we felt as a family growing up was tough. The struggles I had to endure was tremendous. I never seen so much poverty in my life until I stayed in the ghetto. I was happy when the simple times rolled around and we get a chance to celebrate. In the name of Jesus I was grateful for Christmas. Each and every time Christmas rolled around and then my little shine on had passed. I real life thought selling dope was the answer for my selfish desires I wanted in life. The coolest kid in my class had all the best games at his finger tips. The respect had came on me when I had the new Bred 11’s people was throwing a rage about. Them shoes had all the girls stopping too stare at me for a couple seconds. Flushed in the face with dropped eyes. The bully that took my lunch money every noon even gave me some dap in the hall-way. Man oh man, them struggle days where something.
Now I can be the grown man I always wanted to be in life. I am now the calmest person ever when I work so hard and see my benefits multiply. I do not even need to have the fanciest shit ever in my life. I grew up not having it. I grew up not knowing what is to be spoiled. I swear I was like Rolf from Edd, Ed and Eddy. The man that grew up in ol country times, yet had to get it off the muscle.