The month dedicated to Black History was designed to educate the future of their past. It services as a tool to enlighten them about the very soil they have been planted in, to blossom; encouraging them to plant more seeds once they have bloomed. Every story builds a heritage paved with heroics. Whether it was marching to prevent from being trampled, or refusing to stand to take a back seat. It has been a journey, but there’s still ground to cover
, and more places to discover. The pen hasn’t run out of ink, so the story will continue to be written!!!! AB (AmazinglyBrash)
Their death left you empty; leaving just hollow echoes of their memories. They died without warning, they didn’t even say goodbye. You’re so angry that you’re fighting the tears; you’re so sad that you’re angry, personalizing them passing as a way God failed you. “It was their time”, you’re thinking what the hell does that mean. It means it was time for them to go on a journey that didn’t include you. It means that their spirit became more valuable than their body. It’s okay to mourn the loss, but try to focus on all that you have gained. Their presence is still present, all they have meant is still meaningful; you don’t have to touch, hold, or listen to their voice to keep them close to your heart. Celebrate all they were by celebrating all you are. I know, you remember the fights that were so important then that mean nothing now. I know, you remember their words that meant nothing then, but mean everything now. Take a deep breath, that’s the process! They say everybody mourns different, but the same things arise just at different times. Allowing the tears to pour down your face is not a form of them being erased; it’s you accepting they are gone but never forgotten!!!!
When did we stop looking for true love and giving into one night stands that promise improvements? which never happen! When did we stop going after what we want in a mate; instead of commit to people with a good heart or potential, but no passion or romantic love, just the safe bet? When did our rules change because we have been so battered and bruised that we become the batterers and bruisers? When did life become so short that we are willing to settle for less just to have companionship? When are we going to start interviewing prospects, but not hire until they are what we want and reflect what we are worth? When are we going to stop holding on to the past of who he or she was and start seeing who he or she is? Bottom line is, if you have a person that you never want to close your eyes around and can’t wait to wake up as soon as your lids shut; a person that you start to find everything you hate in others cute in them; a person that you look in their eyes and see forever; and hearing their heart beat assures you that your dream has come true; hold on to it! If you don’t have it in your life, stop what you have been doing and start stalking true love!!!!