Changing the Act

Trying to find purpose something new to succeed in. Being great at anything has never been something I believed in. Believing in myself though has pushed me to new boundaries. Even though I find fault I still keep grinding. Maybe not perfect to ones around me but I find strength in knowing I am moving forward.

In this world that we live success is measured in the funds that we’ve kept, keep. Not bringing happiness to others and completing new steps, fetes. But it is and should always be. I am no saint even if at times I believe that I am. Sometimes ego gets me to see what I need to see in the mirror. No shame in that. We all know we are the only ones that exist from our own point of reference in this world and such. I try to imagine a different point of view, hard to do when evil and good play puppeteer with my conscience. I just keep busting. Noticing a difference in myself and become a better person. Not just for me but for others. Ones I don’t know but soon to reach. Outside forces in my reality changes my view on absolutely everything. I grind to teach. Stay focused and complete without distraction building a brand for my name to give light on peeps not just build bank to repeat the counterproductive motion of this earth at my feet. That to me is success. I say this now, but will I regress? Let some nonsense give wind and believe it just cause the thought came across my head. I ask you sit and repeat it when you feel some regret and even with no empathy don’t fret just let you see where it stems. Life isn’t as simple now as we all suggest. Your soul matters much just get with the program. Complicated as it seems measured moves encrypted by frivolous dreams. Is this for you or for the reems of people flooded at gates that need to believe in more than just fate. Who need to see what life gives and takes. Who need sometimes to receive a break. Circular motion and constant direction keep the pressure flowing within God’s creation. Knowing right from wrong. Knowing our own faults. Some we can’t help trying to stay focused on our own road. A path chosen. Walking lonesome feeling that we have been recalled. Fear not and stand tall. In the past, in history, simplicity was everything no drop of the dime to clear our own dignity. Taking for granted time and quiet. But never peace. What is needed is between you and me. I’ll think opposite next time I reach. Knowing funds aren’t the only reason I breathe. Time stands now let the busy chanting in my mind become wealthy and substantial flipping the script on my own outlook. Changing the act will be worth it.

-SaLT (A.K.A Mandi Smith)