On instagram straight flexin. Please excuse the thing growing. A week into being back at the gym!
Transit - The Answer Comes In Time
Because it seems that all the places we’re staying have been claimed
And all of the claims, they have been staked
So who am I to grate you?
And who am I to write?
Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
That’s just the story of my life
I don’t want anything from anyone anymore
And all of the claims, they have been staked
So who am I to grate you?
And who am I to write?
Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
That’s just the story of my life
I don’t want anything from anyone anymore
Truth Inside - Abstain
Walking through this world with my back turned
To the peers and pressures that society’s burned
Into each others minds, It’s really taking its toll
I choose to be different I choose to break the mold
Break freeI choose to abstain only for myself
Not for you or anybody else
It’s time to open up your eyes and see
The grip that this world has made
it’s time to break freeThis is for myself you can like it or not
I’m not here to judge so put that into thought
The weight of this world so heavy it seems
But I choose to carry, I choose to break freeStraight edge for myself
The First Step - Face the pain
I’ve got people to stand with me but I’ve got to
bare this on my own.
Feeling fear has brought me to my knees.
Do I have the strength I truly need?
Face the pain
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
