WHO THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
The power of writing has always been special to me, for the fact that you get to create your own story. You can use your superpower to make peace in your world or tear it apart. Seemingly unbeknownst to many, there is that much power in words. I have asked myself, “who the fuck do you think are”? I didn’t write it. I didn’t record it. I just kept saying it in my head, over and over. Each time in a different tone, a different cadence, intentionally trying to elicit a different emotion. There was one feeling that stayed with me, it followed me.
I FELT PROUD.
Proud because I knew that I control my own power. Proud because it wasn’t my ego talking. Proud because when I had asked myself, “who the fuck do you think you are?” I knew deep in my soul, i’m the mothafucka who other people cannot define. I smiled, smirked maybe. It isn’t some divine revelation; it’s just me finding time to be by myself on my balcony, listening to music with a glass of tequila and listening to instincts. Get over it, we all talk to ourselves. To me, there’s something extremely inspiring in finding these truths and expressing them through written content.
Trying to empower ourselves is not an easy task. We reflect on all of what we’ve done, the good and the bad. To ourselves and others we feel guilt, pride, anger, comfort, all of it. It’s a distraction but one we need. To allow ourselves to feel. To be emotional and accept it. Go through the ups and downs. What really matters is the end; how we come out of it. So I’ll leave you with this, feel empowered you made it out of dire or adverse circumstances. You’re reading this aren’t you? Feel empowered that you are in control. Feel empowered that you hold the pen that controls the story. Continue to ask yourself, who the do you think you are until the narrative changes to one self-empowering mothafucka.