It's difficult for me to see which way the sun is going when I look at a picture. I can't tell if picture like this means the sun is rising or if it's setting. I would need a lot more context to understanding something like that. I would need to know which direction we are facing. What time is it? What country is this in? Is this new day starting or is an old day setting? Who knows?
Here's the thing about every picture you'll ever see of the sun. It's moving. Whenever it's moving to will get light and wherever it's moving from will get darkness. I want you to look at 2018 as the sun. Take a snapshot of your current position and see where your light is going towards and where it's leaving. Ask yourself, "Should I be headed in this direction?". What are some goals in 2017 that you are glad you hit? What are some goals you had that weren't able to be accomplished? Why not? Did you even have goals for 2017? Do you have goals for 2018? The answers to these questions may unlock a better future for you and your loved ones. Or maybe it might piss you off and bore you to death. Those are my suggestions as we move into a year of new music and new music videos. New advice. New Successes and new failures. New learning opportunities and new blogs. New shows and new merchandise. As this year closes, spend some time with yourself to find the new place you should be shining on. Dueces.
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I thank God for wisdom. It has been one of the worst things I've ever asked for. I've been through some very interesting circumstances to get it. I continue to go through these circumstances to keep it and get more. Being smart is one thing. Being wise is actually applying the smarts to something and solving a problem. I run across a lot of "smart" people. I immediately intimidate them just by working with them. It's not that I'm smarter than everyone. It's that I always look to apply the information I give. Most smart people just say smart things and other people around them call them smart and that's it. I don't care if you're smart. I'm smart. But what can we do with the information? So I start asking them questions so I can see how I could use the information they have to solve a problem and they start fumbling. They get mad like I'm questioning their manhood or womanhood.
But to be honest, it's definitely a male driven thing. Women don't mind when you try to get details because they aren't intimidated as quickly by men. But men who aren't confident in themselves tend to swell up and throw temper tantrums when another man is trying to work with them. They don't want to lose the top spot. Truth is. Their is no top spot. The world is too fucked up for us to have a top spot. So we gotta crawl up there together. But men would rather fight at the bottom. A women with children ain't got time for that. She KNOWS she gotta make this world a better place for those kids. She needs wisdom. Fuck being smart. Men wanna argue about the Earth being flat and black people being the real Israelites while their family get let down every month. I notice the same thing with females when interacting with other females as well. They fight over who will be Beyonce instead of dealing with the task at hand. Maybe only the opposite sex try to solve problems together??? I might be drifting a little bit but it's still relevant. Stick with me. There are plenty of problems to solve. These problems are solved by wisdom. Not by being smart. Nobody is as smart, or as wise, as they need to be because if they were then we wouldn't have any more problems. Until that time, we have much work to do. We all need to stop squabbling over nonapplyable(Not a word) bullshit and work towards wisdom. Solve some shit, then we can circle back around and discuss the latest Lebron vs Jordan stats. Become a man/woman of intelligence. Talk back to me on your thoughts. This really nice looking picture reminds me of something. I didn't like my daddy growing up. I hated when people called me by my first name as a punishment to him somehow. All the way up to the teachers and administrators. I just wouldn't answer. They scratched my first name off the paper and called me Renzo instead. My parents divorced when I was around 7 or 8 years old and I didn't really get over it until I was in my 20's. Shit I might not be over it now. But that's not what this entry is about. As you can see from the picture, me and my daddy have reconciled and handled our business. I've also had a step daddy, uncles, church people, cousins, and just niggas from the street to present themselves as male figures in my life. I owe a lot to them and am grateful.
Renzo is a man of God
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