I met her on a sunny day in late May. It was the kind of cloudless Spring day when the trees seemed to bud overnight and the colorful flowers bloomed with the multilayered fragrances of new life. As the wind blew with a gentle breeze, you could cee the sigh of relief on the faces of winter hostages along the streets of Bethlehem.
When a Man comes into the Knowledge of himself, his self esteem is off the meter and his confidence is like the first Great Sun that borned the Universe. I wasn’t a Newborn when Queen Divinity came strolling into my life; I had one twenty for over a decade, was refined with my Math and was shining like a seasoned vet in the NBA. B.u.t. regardless of all of that, this Queen had me alittle shook! Her stunningness had me second guessing myself. I ain’t talking about sweatin’ bullets, I’m talking about the split second insecurity of checking your gear, ceeing if there’s food in your teeth and smelling your breath. That split second of insecurity was synonymous with loosing time searching and ‘trillions of years’ ain’t nothing b.u.t. a whole bunch of these seconds.
When I first got Knowledge of Self I would binge build. I’d build until I was blue in the face -especially when I had a cheerleader on the sidelines. Once a female would cee how obsessed I was with running my mouth she’d quietly help me construct my own pedestal, shape and mold herself into my own image and likeness and stroke my Ego until I thought I was the only Man in the World. It took me years of bumps, blackened eye’s and bruised filled surahs to understand that a pedestal only makes your fall harder.