You have one life. Just one.
Whether you clutter the closet of that life with hopeful gifts of your chosen religion, whether you scatter your pride with those indigenous wares you assume your good deeds will reward you with or whether you let all of that bullshit go... is up to You.
In the end, we all find ourselves at the same depot. That place that has a sign that reads "From Here On... Good Luck".
What defines you has never been what you've done. What defines you has always been who you are after doing the things you've done.
The only judge in that courtroom is You. So I want to ask you who you are. Who are You... really?
I want to know the answer to that question. I desperately want to know.
Did you give up on those moments when you didn't have to? Did you stomp through the grits of someone who was only trying to serve you breakfast? Did you reach out a hand only to have it severed? Did you never reach out a hand to begin with? Did you look up instead of down? Did you do the best you could for you, for those around you & for those you don't even know... yet? Even when the outcome wasn't fair, all things considered?
You wear my Last Name. These questions matter to Me.
The organ in your skull needs to be taken for a walk on occasion.
I'll always be with you. Simply because you know me.
Don't let that picture define you.
