“he’s gonna be a drug addict”.
that’s what the adults around me were saying at the time.
the ones who didn’t understand my rebellion after my parent’s deaths.
i was depressed and doing all kinds of shit.
nothing hard like coke or crack.
they showed their entire tails to me after my parent’s both died.
they were either fake af or all about money.
after hitting rock bottom,
i had the right energy around me and was open to avoiding doom.
i caught myself getting humbled in a reddit thread titled…
…and i saw just where so many went gone wrong.
the main theme was hard drugs,
hyenas and jackals,
or plain ol bad decisions.
i’ve seen it in my life on more than a few occasions.
it often left me wondering:
Did they not see the smoke in the background?
how can someone,
who seemingly has it together,
start doing drugs and lose everything?
why would someone fallin “love” with another,
who clearly isn’t right,
and allowed them to fuck their entire life up?
i don’t know what the answer is,
or what goes through someone’s mind when they go in this direction,
but i hope to never fall victim to any nonsense.
i hope i’m at a place where i’m strong enough to say “no”.
these NY forests have taught me a lot thus far…
…and there you have it.
most of these folks didn’t have enough life experiences to already forsee the outcomes.
some where very sheltered,
or lack common sense out here.
that “good sex with an emotional hustla” can ruin some too.
i’ve seen it destroy the best of people.
it’s so important to know yourself and be around good people.
“bad associations can spoil useful habits” – somewhere in the bible
a verse my mother use to drum into my head.
so if you can’t do it for yourself,
i hope you meet someone(s) who can do it for you.
in this wild ride called “life”,
you often need a seatbelt to stop you from ejecting into doom.
and learn to recognize the feeling of “something ain’t right”
i’m sending you vibes to always make the right decisions out here.
see that reddit thread: here