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I didn’t expect this at all, this wasn’t the plan. When I asked her out to dinner, it was to get away from the arguments, the yelling, and the silent nights. I hoped that her favorite restaurant would ease our stressed relationship. What went wrong; why am I trying so hard for a reward I never received? It all started when a good friend entered the same restaurant that my girlfriend and I were in. As my friend walks in she spots me unexpectedly, and heads my way. When she gets to my table, I stand and say, “Hey, longtime no speak, how is life treating you these days?” We hold a two minute conversation before I realize I didn’t introduce my girlfriend. Before my friend could speak another word I quickly interrupt her saying, “Oh by the way this is my girlfriend.” While the both are introducing themselves, I can see at the end of their handshake my girlfriend’s mood change faster then a model in a runway showcase. While I talk with my friend, my girlfriend’s folded arms get tighter, as a silent code telling me to wrap it up. So I close the conversation with, “It was so good to see you, and I am glad you’re doing well, hope to see you again.” She did the same and we parted ways with a hug. When I sit back in my seat I can see my girlfriends face, ready to explode with a jealous question for another argument. Just before she speaks, I ask myself a question. Why is it the harder I try to dig for her heart, the more I can’t find it? She has me feeling like a miner in search for gold. When we first met, the energy I had in search for her heart of gold made my first day a delight. In our first few months of dating, she once told me about her past. The scars her past produced caused her to bury her heart deep for a hard search. But me with my helmet, pick axe, and miner gear, I didn’t heed to the warning given by her words. Matter of fact, it gave me more encouragement to prove her wrong. After four months of walks in the park, movie dates, and conversations, she wished me luck on my search for her heart with our first intimate night. After that day digging was easy; with each swing of flowers, and every slam to the wall with my axe pick of love, the feeling of getting this heart of gold was all but a matter of time. The day that started a downward spiral in my search, was when I came home and she had my phone in her hand asking, “Who number is this?” That accusation was the first wound I noticed on my hands of trust. As our relationship went from a year to a year and half, the productivity dropped dramatically. I noticed the harder I dig the further away her heart got. Argument after argument added more wounds to my hands of trust. Her silent days started to mark my face of caring after a tough day of digging. It got to the point that my days of mining got longer and the light on my helmet became dimmer. After two and half years of digging, reality set in when the truth of my relationship showed it self all in this argument at dinner. Before she could get her words out, I tell her there is nowhere left for me to dig with these words, “I can’t do this anymore. This relationship isn’t healthy for the both of us.” She sits there with a stare that only a person in deep thought can understand. I take my helmet off, drop my ax pick and stare at her mine one more time. I retire with a gentle kiss to her forehead and say, “I hope you will find the right miner who has a strong enough axe pick to dig and take good care of your heart of gold.”

This is another jar of inspiration to put on my shelf of photography. Gordon Parks really shows how close photography can bring us to  a moment in time.

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Another lesson from my Grandmother. Thank you love you always.

One day I was having a conversation with my grandmother and she told me about a time when she had seen love. At first I really didn’t grasp what she said, till she told me the story. She said when she was about nine years old there was a couple in her neighborhood that were passionately in love. When one was apart from the other you could actually see their love. It was as if this love was imprinted onto both of their souls. One day the wife got sick and didn’t recover from her illness. This affected him to the point of his death six months after hers. Hearing this story was so inspirational to me because it reminded me of why we pursue love. You can have your heart broken a hundred times over or cheated on even more. But if that hundred and one person that you meet becomes that love that imprints onto your soul, it was all worth it. A lesson in LOVE is always a step closer to LOVE.

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One of my inspirational pieces.

I am home watching an HBO series called the Blacklist Volume Two. I had already seen the Blacklist Volume One and was excited about volume two. The documentary was showing black, influential figures speaking about their experience on the road to their goals. One of the segments that caught my attention was Melvin Van Peebles, father of Mario Van Peebles. He explained how hard it was trying to become a screenwriter and director. Hollywood constantly would turn him away in his pursuit of filmmaking. But it was a specific quote he said that stood out for me. He said that ‘‘Bees aerodynamically can’t fly, but bees don’t know that. They spread their wings anyway and go.’’ This struck me like lightning to a tree on a stormy night. It put me in a moment of focus that felt like a movie scene; where there’s so much happening around you but the sound is on mute. In life things can feel impossible, with light shining everywhere but your direction. Sometimes the world can feel as if it’s trying to stone your dreams. The more you try to get up the harder the stones are thrown. This can beat you down even to the point of thinking that your goal isn’t worth what you’re going through at all. Sometimes you have to forget that you had to maneuver an obstacle on your life’s road. Just when your path seems the hardest, keep your goals the focus like bees searching for pollen. The chant of “Bees can’t fly” becomes the fuel needed for you to spread your wings in flight to your goal. Because you know that bees have no clue that they can’t fly, they just spread their wings and GO.

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My grandmother is the most influential person in my life. She died in 2008 and if it wasn’f for her, I know I wouldn’t be who I am today. Here’s one of the lessons she gifted to me.

The summer holds so many memories for me; it has helped to make my brain a wonderland at times. One summer memory that comes to mind is when I was fifteen. It had to be at least ninety degrees but it felt like it was a hundred. My grandfather was the true definition of what it was to be old fashion. When it was time to cook, no matter the weather, it was time to cook. So my grandmother is in the kitchen cooking, sweating more then Patrick Ewing at the free throw line. I am looking at her as she cooks and I just think why. Why is she cooking? Why aren’t we just having take out in the first place? But my grandfather is not thinking that at all. The more my grandmother cooked, the more it hurt me. I can see her emotional pain in every bead of sweat dripping from her face as she does her best to keep her moral poker face intact. What tops it all off is after all the cooking, the sweating, and the eating my grandfather didn’t even attempt to part his lips to say, ‘That was delicious.’ I don’t want to paint a picture of my grandfather that makes it seem like he’s this cold hearted man who has no sign of feelings; just that he had his own way of showing his love. My grandmother cooking that day is not what made her a true woman. There isn’t this complex difference between her cooking a meal and today’s woman studying to get her Masters. What makes her a true woman is the fact that she didn’t allow the lack of appreciation affect her overall personality. My grandmother could have let this hinder an overall goal she may have subconsciously set for us. As I have gotten older the more I realize how easy it is to allow the lack of recognition to cause bitterness. The development of that bitterness can affect the morale of so many people you come in contact with. My grandmother may have been in great pain after that meal but I do appreciate the strength she showed me that day. She could have let this get to her to the point that she decided to go against my grandfather. She could have let the mental suffering take over and crush the morale in our household. Sometimes I wonder if she allowed situations like this to affect her personally, would I even be the man that I am today. Whether you’re a woman who is an executive, independent figure at whatever corporation or a woman who takes care of home in the housewife position, the essence of being a true woman is all the same. You try your best to hold yourself to principles and morals that you feel can bring out the best in your family and others. For this reason the essence of a true woman comes out of you even when it seems as if reward will never come your way. So when you, as a woman, feel like your not valued or think no one has their eyes or ears towards you; someone is watching and appreciating what you’re doing. Remember that those principles and morals that you are holding yourself to, even in the darkest of night, is the definition of what it is to be a TRUE WOMAN.

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