NYC is definitely NOT the city of brotherly love by anyone's standards. I'm glad you had the opportunity to explore other parts of america.
I lived the life of a Gypsy growing up, born under a wandering star, never in one house more than two years, (Father was a salesman) it was a blessing to be exposed to so many different cultures. The micro cultures are quite profound just on the other side of the track, town, county's, state, region country.
Even after I struck out on my own I still had that itchy foot, worked the oil patch all up an down the Gulf Coast Then I jumped in a big truck and ran them roads until the wheels fell off. Coast to Coast, Canada to Old Mexico, and everything in between.
Rubbed shoulders, sweat and bled with people I would trust my life to, and often did. And I've known some real human garbage I wouldn't trust with my neighbors dog, (and I don't even like that animal).
A wise old lady once told me, where ever Gods people are, the devil has set up shop, and the only time you'll ever be free of temptation and evil, is if you're lucky enough to be call home to the house of our Father.
I spent about 3 month in "the rotten apple" NYC, that place smells of fear, I thought it was crazy, no one made eye contact and avoided interaction unless someone in the vicinity was dangerously crazy, then everyone was trying to find assurances and alliances in case s#!t went down. (Often my Southern Charm was mistaken for crazy dangerous s#!t)
Everybody's a player, and most play the game well, unfortunately the only winners are the ones that don't play at all. And that explains the safety of isolation in the crowd, all alone in a sea of people.
Well I'm rambling on, I'll part with these words, Fear is a emotion so strong, it can compelle you to think with your fists, find reasoning in your rage, seek to destroy what which you don't understand, and carry contempt for Gods creation. The ability to feel secure in self, wether it be awareness or security allows you to elevate above the primal state of the reptilian brain. Nothing good ever comes from allowing fear to be your master.
Ps. What part of the world do you call home?
NYC is definitely NOT the city of brotherly love by anyone's standards. I'm glad you had the opportunity to explore other parts of america.
I lived the life of a Gypsy growing up, born under a wandering star, never in one house more than two years, (Father was a salesman) it was a blessing to be exposed to so many different cultures. The micro cultures are quite profound just on the other side of the track, town, county's, state, region country.
Even after I struck out on my own I still had that itchy foot, worked the oil patch all up an down the Gulf Coast Then I jumped in a big truck and ran them roads until the wheels fell off. Coast to Coast, Canada to Old Mexico, and everything in between.
Rubbed shoulders, sweat and bled with people I would trust my life to, and often did. And I've known some real human garbage I wouldn't trust with my neighbors dog, (and I don't even like that animal).
A wise old lady once told me, where ever Gods people are, the devil has set up shop, and the only time you'll ever be free of temptation and evil, is if you're lucky enough to be call home to the house of our Father.
I spent about 3 month in "the rotten apple" NYC, that place smells of fear, I thought it was crazy, no one made eye contact and avoided interaction unless someone in the vicinity was dangerously crazy, then everyone was trying to find assurances and alliances in case s#!t went down. (Often my Southern Charm was mistaken for crazy dangerous s#!t)
Everybody's a player, and most play the game well, unfortunately the only winners are the ones that don't play. And that explains the safety of isolation in the crowd, all alone in a sea of people.
Well I'm rambling on, I'll part with these words, Fear is a emotion so strong, it can compelle you to think with your fists, find reasoning in your rage, seek to destroy what which you don't understand, and carry contempt for Gods creation. The ability to feel secure in self, wether it be awareness or security allows you to elevate above the primal state of the reptilian brain. Nothing good ever comes from allowing fear to become your master.
Ps. What part of the world do you call home?
NYC is definitely NOT the city of brotherly love by anyone's standards. I'm glad you had the opportunity to explore other parts of america.
I lived the life of a Gypsy growing up, born under a wandering star, never in one house more than two years, (Father was a salesman) it was a blessing to be exposed to so many different cultures. The micro cultures are quite profound just on the other side of the track, town, county's, state, region country.
Even after I struck out on my own I still had that itchy foot, worked the oil patch all up an down the Gulf Coast Then I jumped in a big truck and ran them roads until the wheels fell off. Coast to Coast, Canada to Old Mexico, and everything in between.
Rubbed shoulders, sweat and bled with people I would trust my life to, and often did. And I've known some real human garbage I wouldn't trust with my neighbors dog, (and I don't even like that animal).
A wise old lady once told me, where ever Gods people are, the devil has set up shop, and the only time you'll ever be free of temptation and evil, is if you're lucky enough to be call home to the house of our Father.
I spent about 3 month in "the rotten apple" NYC, that place smells of fear, I thought it was crazy, no one made eye contact and avoided interaction unless someone in the vicinity was dangerously crazy, then everyone was trying to find assurances and alliances in case s#!t went down. (Often my Southern Charm was mistaken for crazy dangerous s#!t)
Everybody's a player, and most play the game well, unfortunately the only winners are the ones that don't play. And that explains the safety of isolation in the crowd, all alone in a sea of people.
Well I'm rambling on, I'll part with these words, Fear is a emotion so strong, it can compelle you to think with your fists, find reasoning in your rage, seek to destroy what which you don't understand, and carry contempt for Gods creation. The ability to feel secure in self, wether it be awareness or security allows you to elevate above the primal state of the reptilian brain. Nothing ever good comes from allow fear to become your master.
Ps. What part of the world do you call home?
NYC is definitely NOT the city of brotherly love by anyone's standards. I'm glad you had the opportunity to explore other parts of america.
I lived the life of a Gypsy growing up, born under a wandering star, never in one house more than two years, (Farther was a salesman) it was a blessing to be exposed to so many different cultures. The micro cultures are quite profound just on the other side of the track, town, county's, state, region country.
Even after I struck out on my own I still had that itchy foot, worked the oil patch all up an down the Gulf Coast Then I jumped in a big truck and ran them roads until the wheels fell off. Coast to Coast, Canada to Old Mexico, and everything in between.
Rubbed shoulders, sweat and bled with people I would trust my life to, and often did. And I've known some real human garbage I wouldn't trust with my neighbors dog, (and I don't even like that animal).
A wise old lady once told me, where ever Gods people are, the devil has set up shop, and the only time you'll ever be free of temptation and evil, is if you're lucky enough to be call home to the house of our Father.
I spent about 3 month in "the rotten apple" NYC, that place smells of fear, I thought it was crazy, no one made eye contact and avoided interaction unless someone in the vicinity was dangerously crazy, then everyone was trying to find assurances and alliances in case s#!t went down. (Often my Southern Charm was mistaken for crazy dangerous s#!t)
Everybody's a player, and most play the game well, unfortunately the only winners are the ones that don't play. And that explains the safety of isolation in the crowd, all alone in a sea of people.
Well I'm rambling on, I'll part with these words, Fear is a emotion so strong, it can compelle you to think with your fists, find reasoning in your rage, seek to destroy what which you don't understand, and carry contempt for Gods creation. The ability to feel secure in self, wether it be awareness or security allows you to elevate above the primal state of the reptilian brain. Nothing ever good comes from allow fear to become your master.
Ps. What part of the world do you call home?
NYC is definitely NOT the city of brotherly love by anyone's standards. I'm glad you had the opportunity to explore other parts of america.
I lived the life of a Gypsy growing up, born under a wandering star, never in one house more than two years, (Farther was a salesman) it was a blessed to be exposed to so many different cultures. The micro cultures are quite profound just on the other side of the track, town, county's, state, region country.
Even after I struck out on my own I still had that itchy foot, worked the oil patch all up an down the Gulf Coast Then I jumped in a big truck and ran them roads until the wheel fell off. Coast to Coast, Canada to Old Mexico, and everything in between.
Rubbed shoulders, sweat and bled with people I would trust my life to, and often did. And I've known some real human garbage I wouldn't trust with my neighbors dog with, (and I don't even like that animal).
A wise old lady once told me, where ever Gods people are, the devil has set up shop, and the only time you'll ever be free of temptation and evil, is if you're lucky enough to be call home to the house of our Father.
I spent about 3 month in "the rotten apple" NYC that place smells of fear, I thought it was crazy, no one made eye contact and avoided interaction unless someone in the vicinity was dangerously crazy, then everyone was trying to find assurances and alliances in case s#!t went down. (Often my Southern Charm was mistaken for crazy dangerous s#!t)
Everybody's a player, and most play the game well, unfortunately the only winners are the ones that don't play. And that explains the safty of isolation in the crowd, all alone in a sea of people.
Well I'm rambling on, I'll part with these words, Fear is a emotion so strong, it can compelle you to think with your fists, find reasoning in your rage, seek to destroy what you don't understand, and carry contempt for Gods creation. The ability to feel secure in self, wether it be awareness or security allows you to elevate above the primal state of the reptilian brain. Nothing ever good comes from allow fear to become your master.
Ps. What part of the world do you call home?
NYC is definitely NOT the city of brotherly love by anyone's standards. I'm glad you had the opportunity to explore other parts of america.
I lived the life of a Gypsy growing up, born under a wandering star, never in one house more than two years, (Farther was a salesman) it was a blessed to be exposed to so many different cultures. The micro cultures are quite profound just on the other side of the track, town, county's, state, region country.
Even after I struck out on my own I still had that itchy foot, worked the oil patch all up an down the Gulf Coast Then I jumped in a big truck and ran them roads until the wheel fell off. Coast to Coast, Canada to Old Mexico, and everything in between.
Rubbed shoulders, sweat and bled with people I would trust my life to, and often did. And I've known some real human garbage I wouldn't trust with my neighbors dog with, (and I don't even like that animal).
A wise old lady once told me, where ever Gods people are, the devil has set up shop, and the only time you'll ever be free of temptation and evil, is if you're lucky enough to be call home to the house of our Father.
I spent about 3 month in "the rotten apple" NYC that place smells of fear, I thought it was crazy, no one made eye contact and avoided interaction unless someone in the vicinity was dangerously crazy, then everyone was trying to find assurances and alliances in case s#!t went down. (Often my Southern Charm was mistaken for crazy dangerous s#!t)
Everybody's a player, and most play the game well, unfortunately the only winners are the ones that don't play. And that explains the safty of isolation in the crowd, all alone in a sea of people.
Well I'm rambling on, I'll part with these words, Fear is a emotion so strong, it can compelle you to think with your fists, find reasoning in your rage, seek to destroy what you don't understand, and carry contempt for Gods creation. The ability to feel secure in self, wether it be protected or security allows you to elevate above the primal state of the reptilian brain. Nothing ever good comes from allow fear to become your master.
Ps. What part of the world do you call home?