With aging comes widening. Not just the hips, ladies [& a high population of American middle aged men], but widening of circumstances & lengthening of perspective. You learn that you really just can’t tell someone who’s fixated on what they perceive that they aren’t seeing clearly. You can’t jump to the ever-so common conclusion that your judgements mean another is wrong. You realize that there is no conclusion at all. Your surroundings finally begin to scream what you want them to be screaming. Your eyes finally begin to etch out what you want to turn to vision. You’re able to tip-toe & peak over all these self made walls of limitation. All that stands in the way is the whimsical, disillusioned, wondrous, pitiful & playful… YOU.
Hello...just want to ask a question which I would really appreciate an honest answer. I'm not judging about the whole 'weed photo situation' cause it's none of my business what you do. Just need to know, are the lyrics that you write from your heart and your soul? Or do you write songs when you're high? Please Maika.
I feel for my people down in Jamaica. It’s truly a hard life from the get-go in certain areas, but the way they live their lives is just so intriguing to me. I understand what it’s like to be from an Island dead center in the middle of the ocean. My dad was born in a little shack in Tonga & got his 1st pair of shoes when he was 16 [they were flip-flops]. It’s 3rd world. It’s not special in a materialistic way, but the roots & ancestry that the people from these nations bleed is just irreplaceable.
My best two teachers are named trials & tribulations.
Timing is just one of those things in life that you naturally become imprisoned to, because of its awe-inspiring, omniscient nature. How dare we ever try to conform any stretch of time into what we refer to as “good timing”. Some of us spend so much time wishing ourselves away over some “good timing”. With the way our world works, it’s becoming increasingly easy to blame everything but ourselves for the situations we come across.
With all that said, it’s always been a bit of a reach for me to believe that ALL things happen for a reason, purely because I’ve come to realize the potential & quickness that this ever-changing universe gives to us.
I’ve convinced myself that there’s no lump sum of money in this whole world that could buy back all the hours we’ve spent cultivating what we know as “this life”. The temporary things are what they are for a reason. Within your entire lifetime lies a domino line of those momentary slivers of time that you’ve experienced. Over the years, I’m becoming comfortable with lining those pieces of memory up & judging them accordingly. I love & cherish most of what I’ve experienced, but I really owe those tumultuous moments a few kisses on the hand. My best two teachers are named trials & tribulations. Not my favorite, but my best. I can’t wait to look back on three times as many.