God sent me here, in his last motion to design my finger prints, his last reach to put the final hair on my head, the concluding dimension in my mind,
Are you ready for the battle kid?
And i have learned what the battle was throughout my childhood, my teenage years, and as I embark in to adulthood, I have answered him as a warrior.
Each day we wake up and are told what to do, where to go to be the most successful.
Each day we wake up and tell ourselves we are forced to do what we hate, and that the energy within us is out of our control.
But what if, we woke up each day and pursued, chased, the thirst that we seek, the hunger we feel, the fire that burns. Yet we are dehydrated by the rain, starved by the plants and crops, as we put the fire out.
Because, "success is the most important, do the best you can do."
Well, fuck that. You. Be the best you can be.
We build more walls than we break, the river ceases to flow as the tsunami consumes, your gun stops firing while the war becomes catastrophe, but is it out of bullets?
We stare at more mountains that we climb, gather more pictures than we cherish.
Life, is more than making it.
Life, may just be about the dream, the chase.
I am ready for the battle.
I will let the tsunamis make the river an ocean, I will let the fire of chase burn, I will shoot the enemies of travesty until the world runs out of bullets.
God, I am ready to chase what I love.
I do not envy the dollars, I do not strive towards serenity.
The flowers have blossomed because of the sun burning the world, the trees have grown from the thunder that has struck, the smiles shine from the triumph, from the grasp.
Passion is above all else, it is the higher power that separate the success from the soul.
I ask about the future, and you talk about college.
I ask about the present, and you talk about your day.
Ask me about the same, I will describe the craters I hope to blast, the volcano that bursts within my soul,
I will tell you, about the river that flows, and the battle that is being fought.
Please, fight for what you love with your last dying breathe. Please, chase the battle beneath you with your final blink of your eye.Because it is the battle, the rain, the fire, the dramatic, the chase that designs us, builds us from the ground up. God is not God. God is the power within us, to battle, to overcome, to create, to pursue. Life is not characterized, illustrated, directed by the future. It is within the moment where you will find reality, truth, groundbreaking prosperity, earth shattering memories. Feed yourself with creation. Do not sip, chug. Do not run, sprint. Do not battle, go to war. Do not be alive, live. God asked me if I was ready for the battle. My answer? God, I am the battle.