Rather than the measurement of the completed work, life is nothing more than the sum of it’s individual parts. You see, like well baked bread, it’s easy to know when something or someone is ready to be taken out of the oven. Why? Like well baked bread, we are attracted to both the scent and the sight. After taking that well baked bread out of the oven, all that we are required to do is add a little butter, and we’re good. Here’s the thing; we don’t enter the world as well baked bread. Fortunately, or unfortunately, we enter the world as individual ingredients that will ultimately come together as the collective. I’ve been on this thing about being myself for quite some time. I’m nothing too special, yet, I’m special. I’m special enough to be loved despite the voices in my head that tell me that I’m not. It’s summer, and lately, I haven’t had anything to say. Tonight, I do. Let’s have a conversation. It seems that I keep coming across the same person with different faces and names. I don’t want to discuss my career. I don’t want to discuss my education. I don’t want to discuss the things that I own. I am not interested in discussing the places that I’ve been. My interest is singular. I want to talk about the real me, and in turn, I want to hear about the real you. You see, in our “realness” we may be able to find a place to lay our hearts. Today, it seems that love and compassion are the new weak and soft. I guess that makes me both weak and soft. I love love, and I hope that love loves me. Lately, it seems as though the world is beginning to spin too fast for me. Lately, it seems that women would rather discuss an unforgettable night in my bed rather than an unforgettable life. Me, I want both. I want my yesterdays and tomorrows to include the same person. As I mentioned earlier, like well baked bread, it appears that I am ready to be taken out of the oven. However, I need more time. I need someone that understands that my yeast must further rise in order for me to be full. I need someone to understand that my skin needs to further brown because I need to know how close I can get to the sun before completely burning. I need to allow the salt from my tears and the spices from my dreams to come together. I need to know. I will never completely be good for you until I am good for, and with me. I’m working on being good. To me, sex without love is like fries without salt. They are edible, but it’s not quite the same. It’s been a very long time since my mind, heart, and body have been in sync with one another. I can’t wait until they are. This may sound strange, but I find myself waiting. I am waiting for someone that I can feel, yet I haven’t seen. It’s real. I will be honest, open, understanding, free, and most importantly, ready. I’m tired of hiding because hiding is both lonely and exhausting. I finally love me enough to allow my truths to be spoken rather than concealed. I have so much to say. There is so much that I want to do. I don’t want to waste another day scrolling through social media watching others live their lives as though they are more important than my own. This is my life, and I want to live it. My prayer is that you want the same. Rather than upload a photo, take in a moment and store it in your mental and emotional Rolodex. Whether we believe it or not, life is happening all around us. I am ready for the rest of my life. I pray that it is full, purposeful, passionate, free, and most importantly, my own. Flaws and all, I will live the rest of my life as me. Patrick
As always, this week, please do something for someone else for no other reason than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Oh yeah, believe it or not, I now have my own podcast/radio show. It is going to be called The Hueman Movement. It will be aired each Wednesday night beginning July 10th from 6-8 pm, and if you want to talk to me, you can call in and be heard. Also, I will have weekly guests, and monthly artist performances. I’ll give you all of the details once I finalize everything. This is my dream, and I am so excited that they are becoming a reality. Who knows, maybe I will finally become the man that the young boy inside of me would be proud of.