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If Time Was Mine & Money Wasn’t Real..

Posted in Food for thought on August 18, 2009 by nikekid23

I don’t know if i will completely express my feelings the way i aspire to using a keyboard, but I’ll try..

Something i tend to think about a lot is Time

.. Someone put a limit on time. Someone said “ok, this is an hour” “ok, this is a year” why? because of how many days it takes for the earth to revolve around the sun? how do you know that 24 hours are in a day? That there’s 60 seconds in a minute? what is a fucking second, or a minute?! people put years, months, days, minutes, seconds on something that is just infinite. ITS INFINITE. you grow older as you live, and that wont change. Every moment you are alive shouldn’t be counted by minutes or months or years, it should be counted by what you’ve achieved and if you’ve accomplished what you wanted to accomplish. If you live everyday like its your last, that is the only thing that matters, because in the end, time doesn’t matter, because YOUR time, could be ANYTIME..and even after your time is up, TIME STILL GOES ON. Time scares people because it provides a limitation. “I can’t work till 3am because that’s too late” I never let time distract me from what i need to do. When it comes to an exam, when it comes to sleep.. I let it happen whenever. I don’t say “man its 5am i need to go to bed” if I’m up, then I’m up. Its infinite. There’s no limit to my life until its over.. But sometimes I really wish I could take it back and change some things.. but thats just life I guess.



Now is time to talk about everyones favorite subject, MONEY.

This is an issue that bothers me more then anything. When people began to put value on things, the world became fucked. Why does money control everything? Why don’t we have any? Its like.. people began to put value on things because they put a value on gold. It all started with stupid fucking gold. And we don’t have enough value to keep making money so we are in debt trillions of dollars as a country. Why do you have to pay 50 dollars for a shirt you TRULY like. Why cant you just pay a dollar more then it took to make it (which is like 30 cents.. if that) Why do you have to pay 160 dollars for a Retro 7 package deal. The most terrifying thing about money, is that people will actually take another life for it. On facebook, someone made their status “A MILLION DOLLARS.. WOULD YOU KILL FOR IT?” and i was fucking AMAZED to see how many people said “Yes.” You would take someones LIFE. The ONLY life they will EVER live.. for a million dollars, and be able to LIVE WITH YOURSELF? what the fuck! how could people KILL FOR SOMETHING THAT IS NOT REAL. How could someone want to DIE for something that is not real?! Why does a movie star make 12 million dollars playing someone who is not even them? a fictional character that doesn’t even exist? While people who are teachers make shit change and work really hard. Money is not real. All you hear when you turn on the television or the radio, or crack open a magazine or news paper.. MONEY MONEY MONEY

Do not get me wrong, i am not saying that people who are on their grind shouldn’t be, because in reality, its the world we live in. Where people WOULD kill and risk killing themselves for a piece of paper that has a number on it. A piece of paper that in the end, when it all comes down to it, means nothing. The point of life is to be happy, to enjoy who you spend the rest of your life with and in the end that is all that matters, your happiness. But money does make people happy, but I will never understand how someones life is worth a million dollars. How could you be happy with money if it is DIRTY money? Money is NOT money. There is the right way to make it and the wrong way to make it, but you know what they say.. Money REALLY IS THE ROUTE TO ALL EVIL.

But hey, you know how it goes..Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems.

Thank you for your TIME. =]


P.S- i would like to thank Lige for allowing me to express my feelings on his blog and sharing something with me that means so much to him. Thank You Lige Emmanuel. =]


Just what I was feeling at the time…

Posted in Food for thought on May 8, 2009 by nikekid23

Each endeavor in life teaches me something new about myself which evolves into me learning something new about others.  Others being people, culture, but in this instance women.  Earlier a girl told me that she didn’t like sneakers–minuscule altercation so it went unnoticed.  But really why are you telling me this? Am I no longer suppose to wear sneakers? No, not at all. So should I change myself to your liking or alter those within my cipher according to my predilection? This altercation transpired to many different thoughts. I hate that I analyze everything—but if I don’t give a fuck who will?  comprehensively, this disagreement had nothing to do with sneakers.  It’s bigger—simply because sneakers are apart of me…it’s not a damn gym shoe…but the nostalgic feeling that I get when placing a new pair of kicks on my feet.  my prerogative is composition of me.  So today I learned a new theory.  Fuck everyone who disagrees with me and passions.  Food for thought. and I didn’t learn that shit in college…

Quote of the day

Posted in Food for thought on May 8, 2009 by nikekid23

“See if you ever wanted to ever be anything there will always be somebody that will shoot down any dream.  There will always be haters that’s the way it is.  Hater niggas marry hater bitches any have hater kids. But they gon have to take me life before they take my drive–cause when I was barley living that’s what kept me alive…Just the thought that maybe it can be better than where we at at this time…make it out of this grind, BEFORE IM OUTTA MY MIND…”

               -K. West


Posted in Ferrari L, Food for thought on May 1, 2009 by nikekid23

…but I wonder if those who proclaim to be truly understand its meaning.  In contrast to the definition that can be found in most dictionaries, it is not the attribute of composed detachment.  It is cool to be one’s self…that’s my definition, and life told me so…not a book. I came to this conclusion while waiting in line for the Air Yeezy’s that I’ve been baffling about all week.  I woke up Monday morning with $23 dollars in my pocket and hustled my way to $1110 by Wednesday.  While sitting in line I was blogging, I came across a picture of Jay-Z wearing the Air Yeezy’s. It then dawn upon me that he did not have to wait in line for his shoes—this is simply because he is such a significant individual and THAT’S cool.  The fact that he worked so hard to manifest his dreams and aspirations allows him the ability to walk into a store and say “give me those and I’m not waiting in line for them.”  See, this has nothing to do with shoes anymore. This is fucking life.  I refuse to wait in line for X amount of hours to spend $300 dollars to purchase the dream of another man.  Myself refuses to let myself proceed upon such a heinous act of inconsistency in search of being cool.  See, there is a difference between looking “cool” and actually being an inhabitant of it.  Kanye, before the fame and after, would never be caught dead waiting in line to purchase the dream of another.  He was too busy crafting dreams of his own for the entertainment and acquisition of others.  It is lame to wait in line and I mean that in the most figurative sense possible.  If you ask anyone who proclaims to be cool, why are you cool, you will receive one answer.  “Because I’m different.”  But what’s the difference between not wearing what everyone else is wearing or standing in line with the “cool kids” to look the same as them.  Actually, nothing.  Cool is not an appearance, it’s a state of being—and from this state of being is exuded the aura of “cool.”  Dig this, there are two types of people in this world.  There are innovators who create an ideology or consensus of cool and the idiots who wear and advertize the “cool.”  I create the “cool” that defines popular culture. 

Which are you?

Ha. I was told to wait in line for about 40 hours and then pay $85 dollars more that what my store actually purchased the shoe for.  Ha!  That shit offended me.  They got me beyond the restriction of fucked up.  I’m cool because I set the trends.  I am Kanye.  And not in a literal sense—I am what he radiates.  Confidence…substance…swagger…cool…

Just food for thought. And I didn’t learn that shit in college.