The Journey

And so we keep it pushin’. There’s shit to do. Fuck all the roadblocks. We create a new path, in order to get to where we feel that we should be. It’s exhilarating. Where I am going, I have never been. I simply need to continue trusting whatever it is that I have been trusting, this entire time, and push forward. There are moments that cause me to second guess what should be done but whatever it is that I have been trusting is distinguishable from my brain telling me to make a certain decision. So I keep on steppin’ in the direction that I feel, within my being. I’m keenly aware that the journey is worthwhile and that every moment is Wimbledon, itself. The people that are along with me, although few, are integral to the culmination of my adventure. I, sometimes, feel as though I should document more of what I am undertaking.

Maybe for the fact that it is a more popular option, in these times, to let outsiders get a glimpse of what is happening in your life. But that notion quickly evaporates as I immerse myself in the intoxicating aroma that is my certainty. Knowing that, if anything were to befall myself or my family in my pursuit, I am ready, willing, and able to assume the consequences. Distractions don’t exist when you are locked into completing a sacred pilgrimage. With all of this being said, it is doubly important to know when, and how hard, to push. When to “moss” and take a step back. When to allow for your gift to recharge before pressing on. And if it should happen that I never make it to the end of the path that I have chosen, know that I loved every minute of my journey and that, wherever I end up, I’m on my way to creating a new one.

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There is greatness in most things that I can think of, in this world. Even in the negative, because it may be able to provide you with the details on how not to proceed. This is a valuable lesson that cannot be overlooked. It is very easy to experience something and, on the surface, determine that the only thing that can be gleaned from it is the negative. But there are always multiple viewpoints to it all and this is what I take from everything that occurs, in my presence. I don’t know if there was ever one particular moment in time when all of this made sense to me. If there was a moment of enlightenment, I’ve since left it in my rearview. All I know is that I enjoy exploring my depths in order to understand my reactions, emotions, and general opinions on things. No sudden movements. Be still in your contemplation. Observe the melody as it reaches it’s crescendo. Maybe this reads as gibberish to you but it’s all music, to me. A beautiful melody that births an infinite amount of possible compositions.

I fear that my entries will continue to be sporadic as I am attempting to understand my existence, in the grand scheme of things. This, of course, is something that will last forever as there is no final form to this pursuit. However, I enjoy the contemplation and I find new ways to deepen my understanding of my self. It makes me happy but I don’t believe that my findings should be documented to the world. Perhaps if I’m interested enough to share, I will come back to my site and do so with the folks that read my entries but, to be honest, I’m just having a lot of fun, navigating the labyrinth that is my mind, during this unprecedented moment in time. I am endlessly confident in my approach. If, at the end of it all, my tasks are not accomplished, know that I had a grand time in my attempt. That day is not today, though. And there is work left to do. I just want to be the best me. And I will push myself to manifest that immaculacy. What comes from that is a gift to whomever I come into contact with. I hope that you enjoyed your time here.

Be Legendary.

Ante Still…

To me, it’s about giving the most to this life or getting out of it, altogether. I’m still pretty young but I have seen enough to know that this is the particular path that I should take. Success, whatever that may be, must be attained. Part of that success, for me, is introducing the possibility of a different viewpoint. One that you may not have pondered, prior. In order to do that, I have to push myself to get a little bit more than what is presented to me. If you believe that I’m wrong, in doing things this way, present a compelling enough argument to sway my train of thought. If not, step aside and allow me to strive in the ways that I deem necessary. My steps towards my Wimbledon will be discussed with only those that I believe are worthy, as anyone’s dreams are, but never miscalculate my lack of discourse with some sort of complacency because that is not who I am. There’s no telling what tomorrow will bring so, for that reason, I grab the fruits and squeeze the juice. Very few things are going to distract me from my goals and I truly believe that I can do what I believe, in my heart. For those that believe that we are running the same race…we are not…and for those that understand what I am declaring, in this text, salute to you. ‘Til I breathe my last breath, I will try to meet my expectations of who I believe I am meant to be.

Stay striving.

– The Nightfox

Ante Again…

I spoke to Milton, a little while ago, and told him that we have to be great. No matter what. I have not relented on my proposition. If anything, I’ve doubled down on that very way of thinking. Everything that I do must be done with the intention of doing it in the greatest possible way. This can, undoubtedly, bring forth a certain level of pressure with regards to the endeavors that I pursue but I’m not worried about that. Pressure comes with any and everything that we attempt to master. So how is attempting to be great going to be any different? That pressure is a small price to pay, to get to the heights that I am convinced that I am fated to reach. Few are privy of the knowledge of the depths of hell, from which I have emerged. Granted, there are many different iterations of Hades but I can veritably say that I experienced one of them.  No need to elaborate. Suffice to say that I was able to crawl out of that hole and aspire for the things that believe that I deserve. The funny thing about life is that the heights that you, sometimes, covet end up being beyond what the universe may be willing to offer. Maybe the mark that you are meant to make has already been made. Maybe you are at the very end of your road. Maybe I am at the very end of mine….Or maybe the book has many chapters yet to be written. None of us are the wiser. For this reason we are continuously warned that we should prioritize the relationships that we hold dear, by people who have seen the things that we are still approaching, and not focus solely on the achievements that we strive for, daily. Our lives don’t belong to us. They were gifts, given by a higher power. So what exactly are you going to do with yours? If it all ended today, I would be okay because my mom is proud of me. That, to me, is the apex. There was a point in time when I couldn’t be so sure of what I just said. Communication issues. But, putting all of that aside, I still feel that I have more to do. Certain people enter and exit our lives, every day, and we can only hope to learn from the relationships that develop, through those encounters, in order to better navigate the terrain that we occupy. There are answers to everything that we need to know and, a lot of times, they are right in front of us. We’ve simply grown so accustomed to the complexities that most of those answers are cloaked in, that we expect everything to be elaborate. But I believe that there are simple solutions to most things. Exceptions to the rule will always occur but simplifying is what I pour my energies into. That, and not allowing the static to distort the message that was originally intended for me. Take that information as you will. I am only able to speak for myself. The universe has pulled certain individuals into my orbit and repelled others. The repelling was, at times, beyond my understanding. It may not have been what I wanted, in that very moment and, since I am not someone that quits on things, I may have unwittingly attempted to fight for something that, if left to grow in my presence, could have ultimately hurt me. I have learned to trust the universe’s magnetism and fusing those principles with instinct make me supremely confident in the directions that I choose. None of this is to say that I always make the right choices, when I make decisions, but I trust myself enough to not dwell on the mistake once it is made. These beliefs have led me to the precipice of a set of interesting propositions. I don’t feel any fear towards the unknown. The only thing that I truly feel, at the moment, is what my instinct is alerting me to. Greatness is my journey. Not my destination.

Ego Trippin’

It is in my nature to self-assess. Without it, I fear that I would be far less able to understand the things that I do. There was a time where I felt that I was simply getting lost in the attempt to look deeply within myself, without really getting much out of it, because I just didn’t understand what exactly I was looking for. It all ended up being a sort of exercise in futility, to some, but for me it was the beginning of where I now find myself.

A little while ago, I went through a breakup with a person that I truly cared for. It hurt me deeply but I have come to realize that the reason that it hurt me as much as it did was for completely different reasons, altogether. I will get a few things off of my chest in writing this…So here we go…I reluctantly began dating that woman, because I was not in a very good place, emotionally. In truth, I didn’t understand how to be alone. I was a serial monogamist and I had never really given myself the opportunity to learn about who I was, without the company of another. Right when I felt that I was about to really begin to feel how hard dealing with a breakup would become, I met this beautiful woman, who was such a gentle soul, at the time, that I was instantly attracted. As I am an individual that thoroughly relies on his instinct, I began getting internal signals to leave it alone but I shook them off like a stubborn pitcher. What my instinct had attempted to remind me of was very simple:

“You’re not in a good enough place to undertake all of what is necessary to make this work, in the way that you want.” 

That much was clear to me. But since I didn’t want to be alone, to have to face all of the emotions that I knew that I would eventually have to face, I kept going. Eventually, that woman and I forged an understanding and slowly grew closer each and every time that we would spend significant time together. But I was always reluctant to officialize anything. She later informed me that her friends did not trust my intentions, as they felt that we had been dating for too long without any change in the status of our relationship.

It took me a year to agree to be exclusive and, to be honest, I could have waited longer. I wasn’t sold on it. It had very little to do with her and a lot to do with me. At that point, I knew that I could handle most of what it meant to be in a relationship, but I didn’t feel that it was the right time for it. I will admit, I had let her friends’ whispers sway my decision making, instead of standing firm in my convictions. Lesson learned. It wasn’t a bad decision, though. In fact, it was great. For a while. We were having a great time, together. In that time, I had also gotten to know her father. More on that, later.


Over time, the initial thoughts that pervaded the outermost corners of my subconscious began to dissipate and I felt that this relationship was, indeed, something that I wanted to be a part of. There was, however, an incident that set our relationship back and caused trust to be lost, in her direction, but come on…that can’t be traced back to the initial instinctive advice that I was given at the beginning of the relationship…could it?

“No, instinct, you are wrong. This is an isolated incident. Albeit, a significant one. Relax. Ain’t no “I told you so”, just yet.” 

I won’t speak on what exactly happened, that caused the problem, but I will say that I wanted to work it out with my partner, and with her alone. The problem with that ideology was that the issue didn’t stem from her, but from extended members of her circle and, as a person with admitted trust issues, the relationship that I believed to have existed with the extended members was now fractured beyond repair. I pride myself on being open with the people that I let close to me. If something seems afoot to you, ask me about it and I will tell you. This is not what occurred and I couldn’t rid myself of the suspicion that this was not the end of what I thought was a highly  exaggerated and unnecessary situation. The lone bright spot, in that whole mess, was her father. He stuck by me and he spoke to me pretty directly about why he chose to do so. I had never had anyone do that for me and I began to see him as a sort of father figure. He embodied a lot of traits that I hoped to, one day, possess, as a man.

Over time, I moved in with my partner and the adjustment period was….interesting….We both got on each others’ nerves but I chalked that up to being in much closer proximity to one another. I gradually began having machinations on doing something that would be more closely associated with a legacy play: Making a sacrifice of my time to be able to obtain my financial freedom, on my own terms. I began to attempt to collaborate with other like-minded individuals but there was something holding back my ability to put my all into what I was trying to do…The relationship…

“I told you so…Stop this now!”

It started to become more and more difficult to hold on to my energies, because my partner needed so much of it in order to deal with the things that she was going through. Was she aware of this? I don’t know. But it was what it was. Silly me, with that “savior” mentality, felt like she couldn’t do what she needed without me providing that type of support. I enabled it and didn’t understand how to cut it off. The result of what I allowed frustrated me because my own designs on accomplishing some shit were hollow. Lacking in various areas, because I simply didn’t possess the requisite energy to do what needed to be done. What should I have done? Well, I should have addressed it. But, to be fair, I wasn’t even aware that all of this was taking place.

The frustration began to build (on both sides, I’m sure) and I sought counsel from an outside source. A woman. I also started not being as careful, with context, around certain women, often alluding to possibilities that were non-existent. When those actions came full circle, it (may have) created a wedge in our relationship that we could not recover from. The relationship didn’t last long, beyond that point, and I always felt that it’s undoing was completely my fault. I still do. But not for the reason that you may believe.

After looking within myself and having some time to separate myself from everything that occurred, I can see that what I was sad about had nothing to do with my partner deciding to leave our union. It had everything to do with me thinking that I did so much for a person that they shouldn’t even think about leaving. In other words: Ego. My ego took a hit and I was shaken by it. “After everything that I had sacrificed to make sure that you had amassed a certain level of confidence, how could you decide that I wasn’t enough?” I never actually said this but I’m just trying to give you some insight. A lot of what went on was based on my ego, and that wasn’t fair to that person.

“It’s over…but it was not on my own terms…”

I have been on a mission to remove that feeling from my life, ever since. I am very aware that I may not ever accomplish this feat but I  honestly don’t want anything to do with whatever my ego will bring to me. Not if it means that people hurt, as a result. Although there were things that were done on both sides, I am not here to recount those things. I am here to apologize for my ignorance. I am here to say that I will walk with my head high and own my portion of the discomfort. And I am here to say that I have learned and am still learning. One thing that I wish I would get a chance to do is speak to her father and tell him that I am sorry for hurting his daughter. I genuinely love that man. He taught me a lot and I feel that I failed him. He always told me about how much he would do for her. And although I know that not all of this is my fault, the optics may seem different, to him. I would reach out but I don’t think that it is the right thing to do. I don’t want to disturb whatever the flow is, that has been cultivated, in my absence. Hopefully, our interactions together will be enough for him to know that I meant well…