Note 2 Self: By Chance Drake

I just turned 23. As I sit on this chartered jet I ponder the distance traveled on my journey thus far. Twenty-three, such a critical milestone, old enough to know better but still young enough to know nothing at all. Often I’m quite critical on myself as to why I’m not further along in life. I’ve fallen victim to the atmosphere of this microwave era with reheated ideas and none of the same taste.

What happened to our imagination? When did our lives become so 9-to-5, trying so hard to fit in that we forget to stand out?

Opinion over matter, some thoughts become law, weaponized by media so be careful where you aim those words.

The realization of reality is a scary place, like a full plate and let the truth be a meal we never escape.

I’m one tweet away from public disgrace, could you imagine one step out of place can seal your fate?

In my ramblings, I’ve stumbled on a point. Something deeper than the surface underlined parallels to a hidden agenda now I get the message. Getting to my point taking the scenic route, the answer is the ride itself. Enjoy the ride, soak in the details making the image forever vivid and engraved in the brain, my memory hall of fame starring me.

Self-appreciation at its peak, my climb is not yet done. Life is a puzzle that could take your whole life to complete, my advise is don’t make it to the end and realize your missing something, find your peace.

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About the author

Founder & Editor-in-Chief. National Association of Black Journalists. University of Central Oklahoma.

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