make no small plans my friend.
i’m on my flight back to new york, going to land soon
i’ve been listening to ambient music and reading my vision and the almanack of naval ravikant during this flight, so peaceful.
one thing on my mind is that i’m grateful for abdul. having a brother that you can collaborate and compete with is such a gift.
going to start waking up at 4 or 5am daily and share the clock picture, i had done it for so long but lost the urgency to get up. as soon as there was a flight, or an event, or a test, i can get up. but it needs to be there for my OWN agenda.
if my boy is getting up how can i sleep? if my boy is publishing how can i stay silent?
this needs to be 10xed in our lives. i need all my friends to be HUNGRY. it pains me to see my friends stagnant, it pains me to see myself stagnant, it is just a fucking PAIN for such young blessed reserves of energy WASTING AWAY on the distractions and doubts which murder so much genius and greatness.
which is why it’s not just for you. if you embody your highest fucking frequency your are inviting OTHERS WHO ARE CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH TO DO THE SAME. can. not. stop.
want to see all my dogs winning and get better together.
iron sharpens iron.
flames light flames.
i am at peace. this break was a nice pause, i’m grateful i got to see my mother, my family was very emotional and i again got to practice patience and gentleness with them all even when it’s a bit difficult, and overall i felt that my family has my back and supports me.
it is my mother’s birthday tomorrow. i am beyond grateful that allah has blessed me with an angel of a woman to raise me. i have never felt for a moment on this earth that she was not completely on my side, doing all she could for my growth and joy and peace and comfort and flourishing and fulfillment. it is my mission to see her at peace, relaxed, proud, enjoying the fruits of her raising me with abundant love and encouragement. pop out in some tiffany’s, some louis, a bouquet from my girl bianca at the flower shop, a handwritten letter on ivory paper hand delivered with dark chocolate, set her a suite in the same apartment building as me in manhattan, flick up with her on stage at the LVMH rising designer award, naming the charity that gives out resources mentoring and therapy for young creative underprivileged artists after her.
my mom worked too hard and loved me too much for me to not be great. to not be happy. to not have her enjoy all those rewards.
i am ready to devote the rest of the year towards building my own world. my own brand. my strength and body and mentality.
i feel that this is a point of inflection.
the school year has passed quickly. it’s been very interesting. i am grateful to have my circumstances change so drastically within a year. i am ready for it to happen AGAIN. palatine illinois, community college, zero creative network, angry, alone, hungry -> new york university, community at verci and with young creative students, nyc feels like home now, creativity and energy and gorgeous people all around me, (but combat is quiettttt!!!! playfighter is quietttt!!!!! the stripe notifications aren’t there!!!!! where are the videos and blogs and events and products and marketing campaigns and lookbooks?????) -> to mfs in the streets asking like “yooo have u seen this shit? combat créatif this shit so fire” to the cold msgs on linkedin and x and instagram hitting me up but i’m fuckin busy to writing DAILY training DAILY making a dope ass video DAILY working on the combat products DAILY enjoying my FUCKING DAY and priority number one two and three are all fucking ME. MY DREAM. MY VISION. MY PREROGATIVE.
19 years. and i get a season to run free. elhamdulillah. god did.
make no small plans, my friend.
i am leaving, or pausing, my life as a student and employee and normal kid.
19, the last year of being a teen, in new york city, with friends at verci, feeling at home in new york, getting glimpses and tastes of different modes of life
and every day i get more and more conviction
that my vision is meant for me.
i am so excited to dedicate myself fully to my ambitions in this next season.
i know of no greater life purpose than to perish in pursuit of the great and the impossible.
“I AM AN ARTIST. I AM AMONG THE GREATEST ARTISTS OF THIS GENERATION. I WILL DIE IN A TANTALIZING BLAZE OF BEAUTY.”
okay, now i'm sitting in the uber black back to my apartment. ready to grow.
it doesn't pain me to "get back on it". life as an ambitious person, someone who has high standards and is passionate entails many times of catching yourself and aligning.
it's a process. u will fall again. but get back up faster and stronger. but get back up.
we're back, baby.