“My world a trip. You can ask Bun B I aint no liar. My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire. And then when I got on my knees that night to pray I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy’s son away. Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home. Cuz one day you here, but baby the next day you gon.” UGK. “One Day”, Ridin’ Dirty. 1996.

BALANCE. HARMONY. RECIPROCITY.

It’s Thursday. Yesterday was a long and rainy day in Cambridge, Mass, and it was a wee-bit too chilly for the ATL-ien.  Burrr (in my Gucci Man voice)!!  The soles of my feet are soar because I’ve never walked to and from work as much as I have walked to and from work these last few days. It’s the norm here. Everyone walks in Cambridge!  They either walk or use public transportation. I’m adjusting, and I look at it as my daily work out. So, no complaints from me. You know why? Because things could be worse. Much worse. This time last year I was in a much different place.  Much different. Much darker.

I could be jobless like the millions of Americans who are having trouble finding a job. I could be legless, and have no ability to walk AT ALL. I could be in the wrong place at the wrong time just enjoying some pancakes like the three National Guards who were gunned down yesterday in a Nevada IHOP. They were just getting some pancakes when an obviously very disturbed man with a gun spazzed out. So sad.

The DDR: So what are you complaining about? Why do we complain? We gotta let it go!! We gotta stop complaining about what we don’t have, or how life is changing. Either we do something about it, adjust, or do both. Because you know what? One day we’re here and the next day we can be gone. Things could be worse. Much worse. Think about it, and have a nice day.