Lately I feel like I have been playing chess with life. And with every , I move out of check attempting to avoid that final checkmate. The only piece I have left on the board is my king and I am approaching the 50th move with no capture hoping to obtain that of a drawl. The first 45 moves or so were of that of ease. However it is beginning to feel like the board is being cut in half and every move I make going forward either guarantees my next move or tip of the hat to the competitor we call life.
At what point does competitor realize there is no actual outcome that brings any emotion of complacency. What does an individual do when odds against them are the least of their problems. Ironically the same crack epidemic that once plagued the Black American family has transcended into an opioid epidemic. Recently I contemplated in my own transference of problems into substance abuse before realizing that I was the last pillar to my father’s happiness.
That’s my current update on life these problems have plagued me and altered my February month reads as I was fighting off the temporary allusion of inadequacy. I have resumed my therapy sessions this month hoping to get back on the tear I started the year off on. I also am currently loving my new job still and hope the students remember the valuable lessons I am attempting to instill in them.
I see promise in this new generation they see things differently and carry as sense of joy that many lack. They bare the weight of their parents problems and seek effective ways to maneuver their emotions. They are unaware of what awaits them in life but are also unafraid. They emulate what they aspire to be and have the resources to learn what they desire. What I have learned most is they do not do anything without purpose.
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