2011 has taught me to let things go. I think I naturally want to hold on to things, even if they are broken for sentimental reasons and I put it in my backpack of stuff and it makes me feel heavy. And for a very long time I thought that heaviness was natural but it’s not. I had been listening to songs that told me to, “pack light,” but I wasn’t understanding. But I don’t mean let things go as in, “If something is broken and can be fixed just leave it!” No, that’s not what I mean but the tricky part is deciding whether or not something can be fixed.
Here is where that following your heart or mind dichotomy comes in, which I completely disagree with because what is your heart without your mind and your mind. It makes no sense to believe that even figuratively they exist separate. It’s sad that so many people believe that bullshit.
Another thing in 2011 I learned was that words slip out so easily and effortlessly and yet have so much clout. It’s almost like giving a baby a gun, they know not what they do yet they could hurt a lot of people. I don’t know if I’m write in doing so but I value my words more than others but there is a hierarchy of whose words are worth more to me than others.
People always notice that I don’t curse and ask why and my honest answer to that is that I just never got accustom to it and I felt the weight of those words more than who I’d say them too. And I have another thing about the history of words that really gets me. For the life of my, I can use “nigga.” I see images of slavery and segregation and inequality and hundreds of years of pain and I can’t. I just can’t.


