



I like someone.
I like their art.
All the sudden they say something political that I don’t like.
And I end up not liking them anymore.
WEIRD.
This means other people must feel the same way.
I cant get past this point for some reason.
You know why people love Messi and Adam Sandler so much?
Its because no one knows there political opinions.
If Adam Sandler was a huge MAGA, or Biden, fanatic he’d lose hundreds of thousand of fans immediately.
People would now judge his art based on his political view.
If you want to be a political spokes person, opinions is what gathers your fans.
If you’re an artist, its what repels them.
Question?
What do you want to be?
Artist or Political spokesperson?
I’ve always wanted to help. Motivate. Inspire. Create art.
I want people to prepare against corruption.
And somehow I ended up in politics.
People end up not liking me before they even hear me sing or motivate…
BAD!!!
*re-calibrating*
Fuck politics.
“The lamp of the body is the eye. If therefore your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light.” — Matthew 6:22 (NKJV)
I keep falling for the same trap.
I always focus on darkness, evil and corruption.
It doesn’t help, or change anything.
I must focus on light, hope, and beauty.
This will then shower over the rest of humanity.
I don’t want to become bitter because im only focusing on the bad of the world.
People know the world is dirty.
We must motivate to aim up.
I must.
That’s my purpose.
Be loving
Be of value
Be kind
Be understanding
Uplift the fallen
Even if you’re fallen yourself
❤
-Dutti
We live on this island. Pleasure island let’s say. Pleasure is everywhere, it’s in abundance, all types and all flavours. It’s beautiful! The thing is though…if you over indulge you die, painfully and unaware. Ouch.
But we continue to eat the fruit.
Never satisfied.
To the point that we start fantasizing about even more pleasure.
Fatter. Bigger. Blonder. Shorter. Slimmer. Smaller. Softer!
More flavours! More flavour!
All day. Everyday. Everywhere. At all times we are being teased, seduced, drawn in or tempted.
We must make a logical decision and stick to it.
Small sin leads to death. A pleasure driven life leads to misery. Fact. We know this…
So next time we see that hot chick…let her pass by with no other intentions. You know who you are and what you want.
If you want her then go and get her. Be her king, until you die together hand in hand on a hilltop.
If you don’t want her then keep walking, head up, and focus on your next set!
You want to be a man of principle and strength and honour. You want to be driven by logic and not pleasure.
You know that these temptations exist.
You are now aware.
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We must chose a mate based on compatibility, not on measured beauty
What’s my personal purpose?
I thought it was to “sing for these kids who don’t have a thing except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine”
Then I thought it was to inspire the next generation to pursue self-improvement and reach for higher goals and values
Then I thought it was to lead people to Christ.
And now, I think, it might be to show the world how corrupt its leaders and governments are
In end it might all come together as one
I think, maybe, through, empathy you find a sort of peace when people attempt to hurt you.
“Father forgive them for they know not what they do”
Can you truly blame idiots?
Always blame the parents, they’re the ones who failed to raise a good child.
The problem is… Everyone has parents, so no one can be blamed.
All you can give is empathy and understanding.
In other words, LOVE.
It gets to the point where you perceive everyone as if they were a wounded animal.
“A dog in pain will even bite its owner”
Can you blame the dog? or person?
They can’t do anything but hurt you, because they’ve only experienced hurt themself.
“Hurt people hurt people
I am sorry for your misery. I understand.
The shitty thing is, you can’t save them.
“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.
They must want to be saved themselves. They must seek.
All you can do is promote the action of seeking liberation. Change. Truth.
No one wants to be hated, but most hate…
What a twisted reality. Sad, but the truth.
This is why Jesus (the all-loving and merciful) might be the only answer.
Be Loving!
Tomorrow we move into our new home. Finally out of the hotel after ten weeks. I finished two songs in the last day, one being mastered as we speak. I might finish another one tonight, it’s all done it just needs to be re-recorded. We are broke, really broke but everything seems to work out. Triton has been an angel, supporting, helping and being there for us. This was a big chapter in my life, I learned lots. This next home will be my last one before my music blows up. I’m getting better and better, it’s just a matter of time now. I’m getting stronger, I’m feeling myself more and more.
In this moment, everything is quite. Peaceful. But I’m not sure what will come. We lost our home. We’re living in a hotel. On insurance money. Not sure when we’re able to go back. Money will run out in three-four weeks. Where will we go? The only way out, that I see right now, is to move back into the old apartment. But that’s only if they let us back before our money runs out. All our belongings are stuffed in a storage unit.
Idk. Will see
On my way to the surgery, moving along brightly lit hallways, I thought to myself; what if I die tonight, would I be satisfied or proud of my life? I thought deeply as I stared into the vivid LEDs on the ceiling. I concluded that I had no past mistakes or things I regretted, to be honest, I only had family in my mind. I felt the cold, the sterilized air moved along my arms, as I was surrounded by highly trained professionals. I was aware and loving of everyone around me. I put my cards into God’s hands and told him to take care of me. My arm turned numb, my speech disappeared, my vision faded, and all of a sudden I was gone. It felt like a short eternity but I awoke with rapid breaths, a slight pain, and the feeling of the unknown. I realized where I was and I focused my mind on my breath and my room at home, my safe space. Breathe I said, breathe. You are not this vessel, breathe and be calm. I focused on my breathing, I calmed and thanked the doctors with the only words I could find. I settled down in the room I was given and slept like a princess. Now I’m awake, aware, and well. Thank you 🖤
Rationally, Logically, and Scientifically thinking yes. But we give it meaning through faith, which is irrational. We then tie it to a god, an entity, which then gives us something to believe in and seek meaning from. Through faith you find god and through god you find meaning.
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