sayyestothis
Free the guys
Imean just have a drink and relax breh...and if u wake up tomorrow be happy. Life's to short to live with regrets...Hov told us that so we don't gotta go thru that...
Good shyt!!! Are you licensed to carry a gun???I'll be 46 this summer and I'm feeling better than ever
Divorced. No kids. No child support. No alimony. Make 6 figs WFH. All I do is travel and win.
Got a main squeeze couple of years younger and on the same wave.
I did take the long scenic route to get here. Young brehs take heed, I did this so hopefully you won't have to go through this.
My first evolution was Hip Hop fanatic/graffiti obsessed/90's golden era head/knowledge of self/first love/published a Hip Hop mag/bagged mad broads (teens/early 20's- My golden era)
That ended around 9-11; got burnt out by the scene/industry and went aimless pothead/college dropout/call center loser/struggle studio/drove a bucket/hand to mouth check to check living/580 credit score/club head/blackout drunk/fukkin random broads (mid to late 20's- My struggle years)
I finally woke up when I approached my 30th birthday and enlisted in the Navy:
no more weed/awards/2 deployments/saw the world/honorable discharge/back to school/fixed my credit/got married (early to mid 30's- Got my shyt together)
Got out and graduated, and then my 4th evolution:
federal job (WFH now)/6 figs/full benefits/retirement plan/security clearance/grad school/bought a house/divorced/medical weed card/765 credit score
I look back at my struggle years like it was all a bad dream
The military did wonders for me. A lot of brehs need that guidance and discipline.
Some of you talk like you don't plan to live that long smh.I would venture even further to say mid 30s is old head status.
I don't think middle aged has anything to do with the mid point of life expectancy like you are alluding to.It's funny how we look at the late 40 and 50-year-olds and call them middle aged. No. If you are in your 50's, you have roughly 20 years of life left on average. For American men, the average life expectancy is 74 years, and that number is steadily decreasing. Half of 74 is 37. By the time you are in your mid to late 30's, you have lived half of your life. I am in my early 30's still but I feel like I have lived the life of someone who is some 10 years older than me.
I have lived two lives. My second one began when I turned 27 and my reality came crashing down. It forced me to make some hard decisions. My thinking changed. My attitude changed. My outlook on the world changed. My outlook on my marriage and my children changed. My goals changed. My ambitions changed. I essentially became a new human being for better or worse.
Now I realize that time is the only valuable resource I have. And I have wasted so much of it. I'll never get it back. The more I age, time moves so much faster. I feel like I just blinked and we're already 3 months into the year. The days are still 24 hours long but I feel like I am constantly racing against time trying to accomplish so much in one day. Work, being a husband, raising children, catering to the needs of my family and household and barely having the time to cater to my own wants and needs.
I work like a slave. I am always physically tired. I work harder than most of my coworkers because my goal is to advance higher in the business of which I am employed. As a Black man, I have to work harder and do more to be recognized among the younger white men in which I compete. So I am always the 1st one in the building.
I am greeted by my alarm at 4AM every morning. I am out the house by 4:20AM. I open the store. I set up. Its tough labor. I do more work before 6am than most do in an entire 8 hour shift. By the time the other workers start showing up at 5AM, I am already in a sweat. I work 45 hours a week. Some days, I work 6 days a week for the extra OT. We are closed on Sundays. I do not complain about it. I have to break my back to get where I want to go because, by this time 30 years from now on Feb, 26 2053, I could already be dead. And besides my progeny, my sons, I have nothing to show for this life thus far. The poor decisions of my past dictate how I must live today.
This life is my curse for not following my heart when I knew I should've back in my early 20's. So I carry this burden and my shoulders and mind ache because of it.
To you 20 something year old guys on here, heed my tale of caution, pain and regret. Allow your ambition to dominate your life. Travel the planet. Escape the town or city in which you were conceived and reared. Experience different cultures. Learn from your elders. Learn from people of other ethnicities. Don't always inquire how someone you idolized became successful. Inquire about their failures and how they overcame those instead. Successes are not what builds a man's character, but his failures and how he overcame them does.
I tell the young guys I work with all the time; don't get trapped working here. If you are young, single and childless, find your passion and get lost in developing your craft in it. Learn to monetize it.
Don't be like me. Stuck with the mistakes of my past hovering above my head every day of my life like a black cloud of despair. Desperately trying to overcompensate for bad decisions. Trying to raise sons and be a husband while battling heavy emotions of loss, regret and unaccomplishment. Hiding those feelings for the sake of your family. Knowing you were meant for more but squandered it away not listening to your instincts; your intuition.
Take advantage of your time. One day, you'll look up and see that you're 30 something and have nothing of merit to show for it.
Concealed carry? Nah. I keep my Glock in my nightstand. Speaking of, Meatball Ron wants to get rid of the license for concealed.Good shyt!!! Are you licensed to carry a gun???
I'll be 46 this summer and I'm feeling better than ever
Divorced. No kids. No child support. No alimony. Make 6 figs WFH. All I do is travel and win.
Got a main squeeze couple of years younger and on the same wave.
I did take the long scenic route to get here. Young brehs take heed, I did this so hopefully you won't have to go through this.
My first evolution was Hip Hop fanatic/graffiti obsessed/90's golden era head/knowledge of self/first love/published a Hip Hop mag/bagged mad broads (teens/early 20's- My golden era)
That ended around 9-11; got burnt out by the scene/industry and went aimless pothead/college dropout/call center loser/struggle studio/drove a bucket/hand to mouth check to check living/580 credit score/club head/blackout drunk/fukkin random broads (mid to late 20's- My struggle years)
I finally woke up when I approached my 30th birthday and enlisted in the Navy:
no more weed/awards/2 deployments/saw the world/honorable discharge/back to school/fixed my credit/got married (early to mid 30's- Got my shyt together)
Got out and graduated, and then my 4th evolution:
federal job (WFH now)/6 figs/full benefits/retirement plan/security clearance/grad school/bought a house/divorced/medical weed card/765 credit score
I look back at my struggle years like it was all a bad dream
The military did wonders for me. A lot of brehs need that guidance and discipline.
No excuses breh, Plies went to college for nursing & didn't start rapping till his 30s when his brother went to jail.Making beats/composing scores and shyt. Been wanting to do it since I was 18 (probably before then). I have fun and get lost in it sometimes but Im also easily discouraged by my age and how late I started.
I'll be 46 this summer and I'm feeling better than ever
Divorced. No kids. No child support. No alimony. Make 6 figs WFH. All I do is travel and win.
Got a main squeeze couple of years younger and on the same wave.
I did take the long scenic route to get here. Young brehs take heed, I did this so hopefully you won't have to go through this.
My first evolution was Hip Hop fanatic/graffiti obsessed/90's golden era head/knowledge of self/first love/published a Hip Hop mag/bagged mad broads (teens/early 20's- My golden era)
That ended around 9-11; got burnt out by the scene/industry and went aimless pothead/college dropout/call center loser/struggle studio/drove a bucket/hand to mouth check to check living/580 credit score/club head/blackout drunk/fukkin random broads (mid to late 20's- My struggle years)
I finally woke up when I approached my 30th birthday and enlisted in the Navy:
no more weed/awards/2 deployments/saw the world/honorable discharge/back to school/fixed my credit/got married (early to mid 30's- Got my shyt together)
Got out and graduated, and then my 4th evolution:
federal job (WFH now)/6 figs/full benefits/retirement plan/security clearance/grad school/bought a house/divorced/medical weed card/765 credit score
I look back at my struggle years like it was all a bad dream
The military did wonders for me. A lot of brehs need that guidance and discipline.
I feel that but I would rather have a concealed carry than have a weed card.. Heard the NRA be hatin on folks with one.Concealed carry? Nah. I keep my Glock in my nightstand. Speaking of, Meatball Ron wants to get rid of the license for concealed.
I'm not rah rah about it. My steez is I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.