Somewhere between the loaf pure laziness and the making up for it at breakneck speed is the pace we need to set for our lives, or for a particular agenda item within our lives, as it varies minute to minute. Not profound, not new, just daily work to chop up - cuz for those sentinel moments - she's looking for a god, bro; and you're looking for loyalty which can't be bought. Your approach: not too obvious, too cocky, or too contrived. Her response, once she ("grin, I'm in, game begins") responds positively, it's up to you to fill in the blanks. And I mean this figuratively and literally for the grown and sexy - let's not discount the obvious need for chemistry.
Today's Math: 7-27: God-Wisdom-God; or god-Wisdom-God. We think we can play God until someone chops us down to size, whether it's your man shitting on your dreams in the cipher, or a new, pristine young lady, telling you how she's got a man already. Then we wish we had the eternal - to prove them both wrong. The proof takes: takes time, takes away our pain, takes back our foolishness, and takes us back to the thrill of the hunt. What if you could recreate that feeling you had when you first saw her across the room? Bet you would move at breakneck speed then, to harvest the feeling. But the truth is, fruits can't be harvested without wisdom - so know the ledge of your feelings, your rules, your regulations, your expectations before you allow yourself to set the pace - search them - probe them - examine them - then plan your attack. Many of us lose the edge because we like the thrill of sprinting right out of the gate, ad libbing so much, we don't even bother to plan our course of action. Not even to sketch an outline borders on the ridiculous. The best jazz riffs are theme and variation, not just spaced out, sprinting runs to nowhere. So why trade a true opportunity for a cheap thrill - and lose...badly. Expect resistance. Expect her to have a man. Expect your boy to critique your pipe dream. Expect to have to defend yourself, your presentation, your body of work, and your wishes. That's wisdom. If she didn't have a man, she wouldn't be as alluring (worth the marathon). If your homey didn't criticize you, he wouldn't be worth his salt (worth handing the batton to). The true and living God overcomes all tests. The true god in you will too...eventually. Be prepared to pursue. Peace.
Today's Math: 7-27: God-Wisdom-God; or god-Wisdom-God. We think we can play God until someone chops us down to size, whether it's your man shitting on your dreams in the cipher, or a new, pristine young lady, telling you how she's got a man already. Then we wish we had the eternal - to prove them both wrong. The proof takes: takes time, takes away our pain, takes back our foolishness, and takes us back to the thrill of the hunt. What if you could recreate that feeling you had when you first saw her across the room? Bet you would move at breakneck speed then, to harvest the feeling. But the truth is, fruits can't be harvested without wisdom - so know the ledge of your feelings, your rules, your regulations, your expectations before you allow yourself to set the pace - search them - probe them - examine them - then plan your attack. Many of us lose the edge because we like the thrill of sprinting right out of the gate, ad libbing so much, we don't even bother to plan our course of action. Not even to sketch an outline borders on the ridiculous. The best jazz riffs are theme and variation, not just spaced out, sprinting runs to nowhere. So why trade a true opportunity for a cheap thrill - and lose...badly. Expect resistance. Expect her to have a man. Expect your boy to critique your pipe dream. Expect to have to defend yourself, your presentation, your body of work, and your wishes. That's wisdom. If she didn't have a man, she wouldn't be as alluring (worth the marathon). If your homey didn't criticize you, he wouldn't be worth his salt (worth handing the batton to). The true and living God overcomes all tests. The true god in you will too...eventually. Be prepared to pursue. Peace.
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