Those who do not invent, are slaves to someone else

Caged bird

You think your free and you try and fly away,

Your leg is tangled but you dont even bother to look.

Head up high, you are your own master,

You spread your wings and fly,

Only to find yourself on the floor again.

I quickly typed up this poem after getting off the phone with TB, hopefully some of you will understand.

I finally understand my sister, and how important it is to be strong with your walk with God. People are weak, fragile, and are easy to give in. It is always important to have stable friends who will be there for you, who will stick together, and to look out for each other. We need each other. I need you.

Oddly enough I have matured. I know what I want and I know what is wrong and what is right. I am on my own and I have no excuse to do something wrong when I know that its wrong. Everyone (hopefully) has a realization in college of who we are, it all happens at different times. We need to open our minds bigger than we have ever done and look beyond emotions and ourselves. We must be great economists and take what people tell us, beware of what will happen to us in the future. We are given advice for a reason, because it is the best thing to do in that situation. Such as “Don’t have sex before marriage.” Just actually think about it, besides the common STD’s. How will this effect your future life? If someday you marry someone who is Mrs. or Mr. Right, only to find that they are bad in bed. How would you know they are bad unless you have actually had some experience. Once we have tried something we will always compare. We will compare pass relationships with our future spouses. This could go on for quite some time, but hopefully you get the idea. It does not foster a healthy relationship. We need to take action and think things through.

We all know that the people we hang out with will effect us and change our development as adults. What we hear, see, and do; will effect our future actions. We must stop and think and wonder, who should I be close to? Who will keep me stable?

If our friends have fallen, they have to pick themselves up. They knew what was right and wrong and they have made a choice. Hopefully they will please stop, think, and slap their head on the wall of reality.

Don’t be afraid to question or to talk to a friend. There is no such thing as taboo to a close friend.

You buy strawberries on sidewalk corners

Sometimes I will be driving (ok not literally me cause I dont have a license but you get the picture) and as I approach a intersection I notice a hispanic man or woman(usually man) at a sidewalk corner selling strawberries or cherries. Have you ever wondered…Where the hell do these strawberries come from?

Cause these strawberries are pretty legit. They are packaged nicely in a container and not shoved in some ghetto ziplock baggie. Do these men just take these strawberries from the farmer when they work for him? Like when picking strawberries they say “One for him…one for me…one for him…etc..” Or do they simply grow them in their back yards and somehow get hold of nice boxes that say “strawberry?”

I have never actually bought anything from these hard workers and I should since they are cheaper than the local safeway. But unlike safeway I have to wonder…is this actually safe? If I get some kind of food poisoning I cant really do anything cause the next day he might be gone. Unlike my local safeway, I can always sue them.Good thing I have close friends who are lawyers. haha

But seriously do all of these guys work together at the same place? I wonder if they have a map of the city and each of them claims a corner or a parking lot, and at the end of the day they come together and calculate which areas make the most profit. A whole private underground networking on strawberries.

I wonder where unsold strawberries go. Hell I know if I were selling strawberries I would do it costco style and have like a little booth with whip cream. Give samples as people pass by. I can say ” Sample sample 7 dollars for a pack.” Haha Maybe if I am lucky my profits will increase and I will have less leftover strawberries. Or my plan can backfire in which I eat most of the strawberries and no one buys anything, leaving me broke and fat.

Our world is full of mysteries. Maybe next time I see a man selling strawberries on a intersection corner I will ask him. “Where did you get the strawberries?” Hopefully he will answer truthfully.