Inspirational Rant

I’ve dealt with self-esteem issues all my life. Shocking, I know right? But the truth is people find my sexiness too overbearing that the only way they can counter my unbelievable awesomeness is by making me feel unimportant.

 

But all jokes aside, this emotional rant, which I so fittingly titled: Inspirational Rant is not just to tell you that I’m incredibly good looking—believe me its got a theme. And it has to do with societal titles that are bestowed to people that are not always tied to a person’s character.

 

And so this story begins about yesterday around 3 in the morning. My fan is busted and its been broken for quite some time and my father, in his psychotic attempt to cut cost puts the AC very low so naturally I was tossing and turning trying desperately to find my body’s comfortable thermostat.

 

Lying on my bed, staring aimlessly onto the dark ceiling I had an epiphany: The fact that people think I’m insecure and have problems with confidence is not a character trait I have. I never had it and I don’t think I ever will.

 

I’ve always known I could do everything and anything I wanted, I just knew from very early on that everything I want to accomplish is going to take me two to three times longer to achieve than say…your average Joe. And this lesson came courtesy of my two siblings, especially the one that comes right after me.

 

I am more than willing to concede that both of them are far more talented, but they do very little to fully realize their potential. I on the other hand have far less skills, but I’ve always worked hard to make sure whatever little I have gets fully developed. Cocky? Maybe, but let me explain:

 

My brother learned to skate twenty minutes after he stepped into the rink. I learned a few months down the road. It’s been so long that I can’t skate anymore anyway but when I saw him at the rink I made a note to myself—no matter what happens I have to learn to skate.

 

It wasn’t sibling rivalry, it wasn’t bitterness, hell it wasn’t even jealousy. It was just the realization that some people are going to be flat out better than you in almost every conceivable aspect.

 

But the catch 22 of all this is that while they are gifted, some are lazy. Everything comes easy so why develop a strong work ethic?

 

Michael Jordan was born with certain physical attributes that gave him an advantage no doubt, but he did not become the greatest over night. To pass Detroit and to improve his skill set he would work hard in the off-season on areas that needed improvement. In fact, in high school I was told he used the acronym: GO APE. You set a Goal, analyze the Obstacles, Ask questions, Prepare then Execute.

 

Self-esteem? Gifts? Talents? These things mean nothing without work ethic.

 

-As always, I remain fresh and unbelievably sexy. Cheers.