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📓 Tuesday, August 5, 2025 – 6:47 p.m.
Today, I woke up positively, like I’ve been doing lately.
A little tired, since I’ve been having a hard time sleeping at night.
Don’t know why.
Some might say it’s the past on my mind.
Or maybe I’m overthinking the future.
Sometimes it feels like something touches me.
Whatever it is—my ass ends up passing out in the middle of the day just to recover a bit.
I was thinking today while I drove around doing some quick deliveries
(I’m a plastic bag delivery driver, for context).
Thinking about how everyone is out living their day externally:
going to work, pumping gas, jogging through the neighborhood…
But while all that’s happening?
The mind is doing its own thing.
You could be moonwalking across a stage at the Hollywood Bowl, hearing the cheers…
Or remembering the last time you held your loved one—
saw that tear fall down their cheek,
and felt that quiet panic…
that heartbreak that comes when you realize:
It’s time.
Time to go back to that place we don’t recall—
but somewhere deep down,
we’ve been there before.
Before we came here,
to this place called Earth.
So, what was on my mind?
My cat Simba. He’s been having respiratory issues for a couple of years now, but he’s on medication.
It seems to help.
But I ran out and didn’t get more until today.
I let two days pass. I procrastinated. No excuse.
And now… he hasn’t eaten since Sunday night.
It’s Tuesday.
He looks depressed. Still moves around, but won’t eat or drink.
So yeah, that was one of the many thoughts that crossed my mind as I drove through the hot-ass streets of South Central.
For a bit, I also started thinking about racism.
Does it exist? I normally would’ve said yes.
Then I heard Jesse Lee Peterson say:
“Racism doesn’t exist. There’s only love and hate.
The people you think are racist?
They just have hate in their heart.”
Yeah—that shit took a bit to wrap my brain around.
That’s what I like to call mental jiu-jitsu.
I love you.
I love you.
That isn’t said enough.
I don’t think it is.
To hate someone—or something—maybe you first have to know how to love it.
Why love what you hate?
You’d think to understand it.
No.
I think if you love what you hate, you get the human experience.
You are human.
You will love.
You will hate.
It’s part of your nature.
But I’ve learned…
it’s important to know that love and hate both have roots.
Let’s find the root.
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