So I was reflecting on a story from back in the day and I think for some people certain music or songs prompt old memories and I had just one of those. So basically I heard this song come on and I had one of those flashback memories like a movie where someone goes through a tunnel at high speeds of slideshow memory clips. I remember I had this plan that I was headed out in full solute to lay down the hammer and make a point. Of course when people seek validation for anything they are often scrutinized for being insecure. However in most of my cases, my ego, validation seeking or even my confirmation of hard facts can be thrown in a pot like a recipe for greatness. That is to say that my ego makes me who I am. I blow it up so big that I have to chase down myself and live up to everything I claim. I always ring the bell at the end of my victory to celebrate my endurance. For an example, if Michael Jordan ever wanted to be conceded about his famous basketball skills we might have looked at him differently for not being humble, yet on the other hand MJ paid the cost to be the boss so he can act how ever he wants. Obviously because he has proven himself as a world class athlete. Before we fall off track I am just saying that usually we, as people, don’t question a person who has already proven themselves. Sometimes the fun part is proving ourselves or even just proving who we are and what we are good at. We as people have skills and hobbies that make up aspects of who we are and what arenas we excel in. Some can build houses, some are great chefs, some are great soldiers, while others are just good at whatever job they need to do. I consider myself a connoisseur of many arts that others don’t take the time to really appreciate. I like to give myself theme music for almost anything I can do well, sort of like a self motivation tactic where I imagine a certain song playing in my head like theme-music. It feels good to back up every word that I say whilst living up to the thick reputation I portray. It’s like pressing a bright red button that can cripple anyone to your will but then suddenly forcing a flower to go full bloom right through hard concrete. Once the flower opens up you can do what you want with it, and flowers represent beauty. Flowers and humans can be similar as they grow based on how we treat them. You need to water this flower and give it sunlight and who better to cut those sharp thorns off that flower than a man. Women can achieve this goal as well but nothing compares to a man preparing a bouquet of bright proportions, nor does anything compare to man rearranging your whole damn bouquet. Some flowers can be needy and require lots of water to stay happy. A rose is an interesting flower that starts as a seed that you bury deep in most fertile dirt but then grows into a bright colored flower, opening up full bloom for someone to enjoy. There is some caution to be aware of due to the sharp thorns leading up to to pretty arrangement. If that flower gives away too many petals the thorns tend to take over. So we should be nice to our flowers and respect each petal that still hangs on. Refractory is a cool word, it can be ambiguous in nature, sometimes resistant to heat or stubborn to elements by definition. Removing this word from the equation can be good or bad depending on the oppositions threshold. If I lost you, good. Proving myself is just entertainment for me and you really would have be there to truly know what I am capable of. Stay pretty all you bright red rose flowers out there but just keep in mind to only give petals to those who deserve them. Otherwise all that is left is thorns. If you end up with only thorns, I can still strip them off and make the flowers bloom again, that’s my skill and why I consider myself a connoisseur of the arts. I am not just a mere participant because I pay attention to every detail. Turning everything I ever did into a menu of explosive options to indulge in. Like a space shuttle being armed with switches, lights and buttons being turned on with only one ultimate goal of lift off into space. Exploration into a blackout trip you will come back to next time with a bigger overnight bag. You might even pack a lunch or a king size bottle of water for this trip because whatever leaves the body has to be replenished. Or think about when someone uses a hammer to drive a steel nail into wood. Each swing gets better and better but when you come across me, it’s more like a nail gun with an infinite PSI compressor powering it. No matter where my nails hit, I am going straight through something. I’m like a race car running on high octane gasoline yet you could still use pump gas with me at the regular station to get the job done. Enjoy every day, because every day above ground is a good day.