Success Obsessed

"F*ck gettin' money, for real, get freedom."
~Black Thought

I'm obsessed with success. Not the kind you're thinking about.

REAL SUCCESS.

The Devil's greatest accomplishment has been tricking Mankind into believing he doesn't exist, and that his goal in life is to help you fail.

This goes back to purpose. (What's yours?) Mine is to please God and succeed at this game called Life, kick the Devil to the curb, and make it to Heaven.

That's what I call success. Because, on the real, the Devil is also hard at work creating the illusion that God doesn't exist either.

But we know better than that, don't we?

I'm all about SUCCESS. Whatever I do, I have a condition called perfectionism that drives me to do my best at everything from cooking the meanest batch of scrambled eggs and cheese for my kids, to writing and re-writing my scripts until they sing.

Mediocrity is a fatal disease.

So, I'm pushing forward in this world to make my mark, impact others, spread the word. . .

Get some REAL SUCCESS people!

Knowledge is power. Arm yourself. READ a book, or ten. Open your minds, because a closed mind receives nothing.

On this last day of the shortest month of the year, on a day that will not come again for another four years, I send out the call to arms:

"Read! In the name of your Lord who created, Created mankind from a clot. Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous."

~Chapter 96, Verse 1-3, The Noble Qur'an

And, as I leave Black History Month, and move into Women's History Month, I feel incomparable. I feel unparalleled. Recherché. Now, all I need is Muslim History month in April to complete the trifecta...

And, I'm living my life like it's GOLDEN!

My Favorite Lyric This Week:

"Put You On Game" by Lupe Fiasco

Let me put you on game

Let me put you on game

Don't you know that I run this place,

And I've begun this race,

Must I rerun this pace?

I'm the reason it's become this way

And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised

They love my darkness,

I've made them heartless,

And in return, they have become my martyrs,

I've been in the poem of many a poet,

And I reside in the art of many a artist

Some of your smartest have tried to artictulate

My whole part in this

But they're fruitless in their harvest

The dro grows from my footsteps

I'm the one that they follow,

I am the one that they march with

Through the back alleys

And the black markets, The Oval Offices,

The crack houses and apartments

Through the mazes of the queens,

The pages of the sages, And the Chambers of The Kings

Through the veins-es of the fiends,

A paper chaser's pager,

Yo, I'm famous on the scene

One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things

Speak every single language on the planet, y'kna I mean?

I am the American dream,

The rape of Africa

The undying machine,

The overpriced medicine,

The murderous regime,

The tough guy's front,

And the one behind the scenes

I am the blood of this city,

Its gas, water, and electricity,

I'm its gym, and its math, and its history,

The gunshots in the class

And you can't pass if you're missin, G.

I taught them better than that

I taught them aim for the head

And hope they never come back

I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby,

Hope he never comes back,

I hope he's with your mother, with my hustlers high in my trap

I hope you die in his trash,

I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs

I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag,

Behind the hospital little baby, crack addicts had

Then maybe you can grow up and be a stripper,

A welfare-receiving prostitute, and gold digger,

You can watch on TV, how they should properly depict you

The rivers should flow with liquor,

Quench your thirst on my elixirs,

I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resister

The trusted misleader, The number one defender,

And from a throne of their bones I rule,

These fools are my fuel, so I make them Cool

Baptize them in the water out of Scarface's pool,

And feed 'em from the table that held the Corleone's food,

If you die, tell them that you played my game

I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name,

'Cause I'm the...

Purpose. Got some?

Are you awake at the wheel? Or on auto-pilot? Do you have a plan in The Grand Design? What is your purpose?

I've concluded that there are WAY too many people asleep at the wheel that steers their lives. Occasionally, I fall into the same dysfunctional pattern of hamster-wheel-living that so many people around me seem to have made their blueprint for life. But, then, at that point, I GOT TO GET AWAY.

I like to live a purpose-driven life. Choices are important. Life is like chess. I haven't mastered chess, but, I doubt I'll ever master life, either.

I decided to start this blog, because all my life I've felt that I have a major purpose.

Wait, blog... major purpose... I know. You're probably thinking, "What does a blog have to do with a major purpose in life?"

Well, every move I make has at least three moves ahead planned into it. And, this move has to do with my film business. And, my film business has to do with my making an impact on the world. So, I started this blog because I've always felt that I have a major purpose in life, and part of that is to make a major impact on the world.

Ever since my earliest memory (which happens to be brushing my teeth with my father when I was maybe 2 years old) I've been living my life with a plan to make an impact on the world before my time is up. Suffice to say that my plans and practices have grown more sophisticated as time has passed, and as I've experienced life. However, the core concept remains: Live a Purpose-Driven Life.

So, this is my introduction to readers. Nice to meet you. My name is Purpose. What's yours? :)