FAMOUS QUOTES: WHAT ARE MY FAVORITE AND WHAT THEY MEAN TO ME

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“We hold these truths to be self-evident.” “That all men are created equal.” 

-DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE


We all have some favorite quotes and what they mean to each of us. They might be quotes that we just love to hear, or even quotes that motivate us to keep persevering. Some of those quotes could be a bible versus, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Or it can be from a literary, “I would have rather been born blind, than to have been given sight and lack vision” (Helen Keller). And with that said, I would like to present my own quotes that I love, which resonate with me. One comes from Thomas Edison, the other Marianne Williamson, and the third is Martin Luther King Jr.

Now, the first is Thomas Edison, who had many many quotes. But the quote that I recently found that Thomas Edison made was, “Many of life’s failures are people who didn’t realize how close they were to success when they gave up.” This statement is Image result for edisonalways coming into my mind every time I think about giving up in life on my writing. Writing is such a daunting task of working to succeed. You are going to have success, and you’re going to have failure along the way. But to me, I have yet to see those successes. And then I think about how long I have been writing. 2013 is the year I officially decided to become a writer. I gave myself on a ten year window to break into the industry as a screenwriter and playwright. Meanwhile I am writing my blog everyday and my books as well.

So, what does any of this have to do with Thomas Edison? Well, giving up, and not realizing how close you might have been when you gave up. I have written five full length screenplays, self-published two books, written 400 blog posts in the past two and a half years, and two short film scripts; one script turned into a short film. And still, I have been working to create other projects to keep myself in that creative mode. So if I give in now, it will have been for nothing. Not just my past four to five years, but the time put into my work. Don’t give up when you are so close. So close, if you knew how close, you might even put more time into your work. And that is why Edison’s quote screams so loud to me.

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But my second quote is from Marianne Williamson from her book, “A Return to Love.” The famous quote from the book is, “Our Deepest Fears.” “Not that we inadequate; our deepest fear is that we powerful beyond measure.” “It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.” “We look in the mirror and ask ourselves, who am I to be talented, gorgeous, fabulous; who are you not to be.” “There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that others won’t feel insecure when they’re around you.” “We were all meant to shine as children do.” “You were made to manifest the glory of God that is within you.” “It’s not in some of us, it’s in everyone.” “And as you let your own light shine, you will unconsciously give others permission to do the same.” “When you are liberated from your own fears.” “Your presence will automatically liberate others.”

I could not pick just one aspect of that quote, but I had to choose the entire passage. Because the first part speaks of being inadequate yet you really are afraid of your own powers. We have this fear because once you succeed, people are going to expect more, and what happens if you can’t give them more. So we fear the attempt because of the expectations that come with it. Then the passage details us questioning why us. But why not us? We as the passage says don’t want people to feel insecure around us. But you should never dumb yourself down for the sake of fitting in, or this notion your brilliance makes others uncomfortable.  You might just have a golden nugget of advice that the people need. And the quote further goes on to let people know we all have the powers to succeed. But once you let that inner you shine, it gives courage to others to step up. Why, because your willingness to not give up and fight makes them exuberate a little less fear as well. Because if you can do it, it makes them feel the same way.

Great quote, giving me an even greater sense of purpose. But there is still one more quote I love. And it was from civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. He didn’t make this a public speech, yet stated this quote among a small group of friends. He said, “I feel as if I am integrating my people into a burning building.” AsImage result for mlk a child I couldn’t understand what that meant. But as an adult, I see old footage of the time period. People wanted him dead, why. Just because he wanted people to vote, have a fair chance at jobs, eliminate Jim Crow laws (which were an extension of slavery), and send children to schools of their choice. But the backlash was often so brutal you think to yourself. “Is this worth it?” “Do I really want my family to integrate.” “Maybe segregation is best.”

Because if you want to vote and someone is willing to kill. Or willing to kill for you drinking from the same water fountain or eating in the same restaurant, should I assimilate. Because when you assimilate, you’re introducing that element into your life, to your children, and your community. It’s not everyone, yet it’s enough to make you think twice. Meaning, you might think you’re shutting me out, but you might actually be doing me a favor. Coming from a man who knew he could die for going against the grain, it was intriguing to hear a statement where even he questioned the movement. In the end, we all live by quotes, or have a love for some type of quote. But whatever the case, famous quotes have and will always be an aspect of our lives.


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CONSPIRACY TRUTHER: WHY IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE THE CONSPIRACY THEORISTS

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“Maybe the conspiracy guys are a little off in their thinking.”


In my life, I have heard the different conspiracy theories regarding major events that have taken place that have reshaped our society. And when I say major events I’m referring to the war in Iraq and Afghanistan, 9/11 terrorist attacks, or even going far back as the Kennedy assassination. There have and will always be these conspiracy theorists who feel the people have been duped. Duped, yet they have the real answers as to what actually took place. But do they really have all the answers? Are they so convinced that they are now going down a rabbit hole like the people they attack. I have come to a conclusion regarding conspiracy theorists.

As with any belief in anything, you have the people who are going to stand on the opposing side of the argument. Meaning, the believers that the bible is the book of the word of God. And then you have the other side that believes that the bible is just a book written by man. Now if you are seeking to discredit the bible, then the information you come up with will be strong Related imageagainst. Not just because the information might be right, but because you’re on the opposing view. So of course you will have the right answers in your mind, you’re entering with a bias view. Now, we can’t fully eliminate bias from our minds, but if your view is so strong against, you’re going to convince yourself. So what must you do if you have a strong theory.

I would suggest you not only come up with your right ways, but also the opposing view ways. Meaning, if I don’t believe 9/11 happened, present to me all the ways it could have happened. Then present to me after your way it couldn’t have happened the way the government say it did. This way, you have done the research of the yourself, and the person who you’re up against. But if you just provide your proof, then you actually sound like the opposite end of the spectrum of the person you’re talking about. That is what makes good researchers great. I’m skeptical on both sides because both are on such extreme sides. But, what is another reason why it’s so hard to believe in the theory.

The other reason it’s so hard is because the secrecy of people. To keep something of the magnitude of the events that are supposed to be cover ups is too massive to keep secret. For example, look at the guy who shot Osama Bin Laden. He could not wait to tell the world that he is the one that shot Related imageBin Laden. He is not that much different from a lot of people. When you understand what we are as a species, then you know enough to understand why we can’t hold on to something so strong. And that is proven through the conspiracy theorists. They can’t wait to figure out what is going on to thrust it onto the world. They are not that much different than the people they are saying have this elaborate scheme. Both people are proof that a secret cannot be kept in a certain group.

But there is also another aspect of why conspiracy theories are so hard to believe, and that is the brilliance of our system. I wish the people in our system was as smart as the theorist make them out to be. But when you observe on a daily basis their productivity, you just can’t help but to further question the theorists. You listen to the conspiracy and the theorists are smarter than the people they are chasing after. Don’t get me wrong, I do think there are people who have been set up by government. But the level of ingenuity doesn’t exist in our government. If Apple or Microsoft wanted to pull off a conspiracy I am more apt to believe it than the government.

In the end, the conspiracy is hard to believe because the credit given to the conspirators are too much. It’s hard for so many people to believe in the truth as well because it means we are vulnerable. It means that we are not as smart as we think we are; and the conspiracy gives validity to people we assume know better. Because if they are lost and they are the leaders, then where does that leave the rest of society.


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CONSPIRACY THEORIST: WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR PEOPLE TO BELIEVE WITHOUT QUESTIONING

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“People have a hard time facing truths.”


With so much that has been going on throughout history, we are unable to make sense of all of it. Especially major events that have reshaped our country. This is where the men and women who are skeptics about the event start to pop up all over the place. They start to develop all these conspiracy theories out of not being able to make sense out of what has happened. And in my lifetime I have witnessed a few events that have gone on to become conspiracy theories. One of them being the September 11th attacks which targeted the World Trade Towers and the Pentagon.

After the evens of 9/11, all types of videos started to pop up. But why is it so hard for people to believe that something like this actually happened? One of the reasons I came up with, is the idea that people were vulnerable. We are made to believe that our nation is the strongest on Earth, yet these few men came in and struck our nation. So it leaves people confused as to why this was allowed to happen. And when no answers are brought forward, or answers that don’t sound too right people start to make a fuss. In reality, we hate to admit that we are left vulnerable and there is nothing you can do about it. That fear is enough to start raising some questions.

But is this the only reason that people believe in conspiracies. Another reason is because of the fact that we don’t believe people are as smart to plan things that we plan. For example, the moon landing for years have been seen as a fake mission. For some reason the conspiracy theorist can’t wrap their minds around the idea that man is smart enough to leave this planet. So the theories start about the mission actually being a film or just a series of fake trick photography. To these people they say things like, “All these hungry people in the world, these few people are smart enough to go to the moon.” “Yet we can’t figure out how to feed ourselves.” But this is a false equivalency, just because there are smart people don’t mean the society is better off. It means those chosen are better; we are better if they choose to help.

One last reason people have the theories they do is because it makes the story more exciting to say there is a conspiracy. The story becomes more mystifying if the situation has conspiracies surrounding it. So the people sit down and concoct an idea of what could have happened. And you will be surprised what you can come up with if you focus hard enough on it. See, in the end, people just need to know there is more to what just happens. We would love to know that we have more information, than we are lead to believe. It’s what makes our lives something in a world where I individual lives mean nothing.


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SHORT STORY COLLECTION: MY SHORT STORIES

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“Explaining my path in life.”

Around the month of May in the year 2015, I began to start writing my first novel and my first book of short stories. Now that it is February of  2017, I have both books published through Amazon.com. The short stories book is on kindle and paperback with the novel on kindle. The name of the short stories book is Faheem Jackson Short Story Collection; and the novel is The Boy Who Could Talk To God. My collection of 17 short stories comprise of a central character going through his/her daily lives, as well as how we ask ourselves questions. Questions pertaining to life ranging from stress & anxiety, to the feeling of hope & compassion.

As far as the novel, The Boy Who Could Talk To God, is about the life of a young boy who experiences a phenomenon in a city park. While chasing after a dove, he found himself at the site f a bush. Not just any bush, yet a burning bush. The bush ignited and that’s when the boy (Tyler) first spoke to God. All throughout the book he conversed with God, as God aided him through his daily life. His parents were always chastising him for his lack of responsibility. Theresa, his mother, was always talking up God into existence, while his father (Greg) tttlacked faith. Theresa struggled in her job, yet leaned toward the bible to uplift herself. On the other hand his father hated his job, hated his life, and never was into God.

As the story progressed, Tyler went from a young immature boy, to more of a mature young male. The question that still needs to be answered is this. How will the story ultimately end? Will he make a full transformation from being a troublesome boy to an all academic and remain that way? Or, will he digress back into his immature ways?

My stories all incorporate a little bit of myself into the story. Whether it is a short story about a particular topic. Or, if the story is about a central character that must overcome some daily struggle. You may ask why, why would I place myself into these stories. Because when you have so many emotions going through your body, how do you explain them. Sometimes, I have a hard time verbally getting my point across, so I write.

In the end, I am already starting my next short story book. There will be fewer stories, yet they will be longer short stories. In addition, I will be starting my next novel real soon as well. Most likely the next short story book will be out before this years end and I will keep everyone posted. Below are links to my books and projects I am currently working on.

 

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ABOVE IT ALL (SHORT STORY)

I answer to no one is the motto that I live by. You either work for yourself or you work for someone else. You either building yourself into somebody, or building up someone else’s foundation at your own expense. Well, I bet you’re wondering which category I fall under. I fall into building me, doing what I want to do, and not adhering to nobody. Who cut my checks, I do, that’s who. Who tell me when to wake up, I do. Nobody dictates to me unless I say they can. I bet you’re wondering how I came to have such a radical mind frame. It goes all the way back to when I was a small child growing up in a poor community.

At the age of eight years old, my mother and I were at a shoe store. She had just gotten paid and wanted to buy me new gym shoes. Only one problem, the ones I wanted she couldn’t afford, so I had to get the cheap pair. I couldn’t understand at such a young age why she wasn’t able to afford the shoes that I wanted. She told me her job only paid her so much money, so she had to make do with what she had. This was the defining moment for me, as I watched another kid walk in the store with their mother and buy the shoes that I wanted. Watching that young child have something I couldn’t have made me infuriated. So infuriated I made my mind up that I wouldn’t be my mother. The hell with a job, I wanted to be self-made.

In an attempt to be more self-sufficient, I decided to take a sheet of paper and crayons from my backpack. I proceeded to draw out a plan for what I wanted to do with my life in the future. This would consist of a list of things I promised to myself I would accomplish by the time I was my mother’s age. The only problem for me is that I didn’t know where to start. I never knew anything about being self-sufficient, so how was I going to go out on my own. I mean come on, I was only eight years old, what did I know about making money. So I did what I thought would be the appropriate steps to becoming successful.

My next door neighbors owned a rake and the fall season was rapidly approaching. From watching how irritated people were about raking leaves, I decided to make money this way. That’s when I went next door and asked the neighbors could I use their rake to make a little extra money in the neighborhood. They were more than happy to help me because no other kid my age was thinking about earning an income. All the other kids in my neighborhood accepted their economic position. Not me, I wanted more; working for someone else or asking someone else for money was not for me.

Once I had my rake, I went back into my house and took out a new sheet of paper and crayons. Only this time, I would create some method of getting my name out there. If people didn’t know there was a yard cleaner in their neighborhood, then how could I make money? With my crayons, I designed an advertisement so potential customers could be brought to me instead of me going door to door. The first problem with this type of advertising is that I only had a few sheets of paper. The other issue is that my community was poor. Who, in a poor community, would pay for something they could do for free. Then I realized something, the neighboring community was a middle class neighborhood.

People in the middle class community did a lot of their own yard work, but often couldn’t find the time to clean it themselves. This is where I come into the picture. With this rake in my hand, I left my mother’s house and walked about half an hour away to the other community. As I entered this community, I thought these people were rich. They had homes by the likes of which I never seen before. Two car garages, bicycles parked on the front lawn, and house doors were even partially open. So what did I do, I took it upon myself to approach one of these houses. I almost didn’t see the police squad car behind me, as I slipped one of my advertisements into the open house door.

As I turned around, the police officer asked me what I was doing. “Oh, I’m trying to make a little extra money, so I gave the people of this house one of my flyers.” Thinking the police would understand my hustle mentality, he grab me aggressively by the wrist, and walked me to his squad car. Next thing I knew the police had placed me in the back seat of the squad car. The neighbors of the house had exited the premises. They must have saw the squad car because the husband, wife, and children were all out in the front. I saw the police conversing with them, as the husband shook the officer’s hand. The officer walked away, holding my flyer and proceeding toward the car. For a moment, I thought the man had told the police officer he was impressed by my flyer. I thought my take charge, straight forward aggressive attempt to pitch myself had worked.

Well, it didn’t work, as a matter of fact the police officer entered on the drivers’ side of the car. He started the engine and drove away, as the family standing out front stared into the back seat. They looked at me with different emotions in their eyes: the husband and wife looked disappointed, but the kids looked confused. I don’t see why the family was so irritated, I was merely trying to make a living for myself. As the police officer drove the squad car, he asked me where I lived. I told him my address, as he drove in the direction which I came to the middle class neighborhood. At first, the feeling of riding in the car with the police made me feel like a tough guy. Really, it did, I felt like a real badass.

As the police squad car pulled in front of my house, my mother was sitting on the porch. When the police officer exited the car with me in the back seat, my mother quickly left the porch. She made her way to me asking the officer what happened. Once she found out what I was doing, I thought she would be happy; but I was wrong, yet again. She was beyond infuriated, while informing the officer it would never happen again. As the officer drove away, she grabbed me by the ear, pulling me toward the house. Once on the inside, she grabbed her belt, giving me a really good butt whooping. But it didn’t matter because I was more determined than ever to be my own boss.

This setback didn’t deter me from trying because I was on to my next business venture. This job would be more permanent, but a path I regret until this day. There were some hustlers in the neighborhood who needed some help. Once I found out what they needed help doing, it terrified me. I remember my mother telling me to stay away from these guys. She said that hanging around these guys led to death or prison. But from what I knew about life, we all die at some point in time, so I did it. I decided that getting paid by the neighborhood hustlers was way better than asking for money; and a lot better than being broke.

So, here I was, my first day as a hustler like the big boys. I wasn’t able to sell like the men were able to, so they allowed me to hold their product. At the end of the day, they would slip me a few bills in my hand. This was the fastest money I’ve ever made up until this point. I wasn’t asking my mother for anything, and business was doing well for the hustlers. As time progressed, I took on more responsibilities in the streets. The hustlers trusted me enough to allow me to go out on my own. This is what I had been waiting for; real money.

But one day while sitting in my car, there were bright lights of a police squad car that parked not far from me. For a second I thought it must be for the house across the street. That’s until I heard don’t move you’re under arrest. The car door opened and I was being pulled to the ground. As the officer stood me on my feet, these weren’t ordinary officers. They wore blue windbreaker jackets. Turning around I saw the back of the jacket in bold letters, “DEA.”

I thought to myself damn, but still I felt confident because I didn’t have drugs in the car. But when I got to the police station, I knew something was wrong because I was not allowed to post bond. I thought, “Damn, how the hell they gone deny me bond.” But I remembered a friend of mine that had gotten jammed up about a year prior. He couldn’t post bond either because his co-conspirator had some real evidence on him.

Funny I say co-conspirator, because that’s who flipped. Aint that a bitch, one of my own homies. Standing in that court room I still remember hearing “guilty.” Then came the time, “You are to to be turned over to federal custody to serve out your 25 year sentence.” Damn, 25 years in prison! So here I am in FED, serving out my time. I’m 30 years old, looking to be paroled by the age of 55. Why because I thought I was above it all.

ALL FOR YOU (SHORT STORY)

It is toward the end of the day, and a group of senior girls are sitting in class. They are conversing regarding prom, while also congratulating a friend of theirs on what is her 18th birthday today. The birthday girl is so happy that she is 18 years of age and going to prom this weekend. The PA system sounds and the birthday girl’s name is called in class. On the other end of the PA system is a man’s voice, it’s her father. He not only wants to tell her happy birthday, but he has another important message as well.

DAD: Hello sweetie, this is your father, and I wanted to wish you a happy 18th birthday. Now I know this might make you feel uncomfortable, but please bare with me. This message is not only to tell you happy birthday, but something much more. 8lbs to be exact is what you weighed when you were first born. Holding you in my arms, made me realize for the first time in my life I loved something more than myself. Your mother was so fatigued after you were born, so I held you as she slept. Eventually the doctor carried you away to an incubator. And being the loving father that I am, I followed behind.

Looking at you from the other side of that glass, I was fixated on everything that was my infant daughter. From the cap the doctor placed on your head to wrist band with your birthing information. From your heartbeat to the machine that recorded it. I still remember being told by the doctor how you would have to stay in the hospital for a few days. The first night, I slept overnight in the hospital. Your mother fast asleep in the hospital room bed and I was curled up in a chair. The slightest noise at the room door, caused me to pop up out of my sleep. I’m telling you baby girl, being a first time parent you don’t know what to expect.

As you know, you came home and it’s what would be the start of our family. From the first night I laid you in your bassinet, I couldn’t help but to leave your bedroom door cracked slightly open. Even with a baby monitor, I needed more assurance. Everything about you, made me proud to call you my daughter. Your first words, your first steps, your first day of school. Oh, God, that first day.  Watching you get on that school bus with those other children was so painful. For the first few years, your mother and I kept you so close, now we had to turn you over to the world of academia.

I still remember driving close behind the school bus. I just wanted to make sure you got to school safely. And you know what, this wasn’t the first time I followed close by. Remember the time you wanted to walk to school alone when you were in the second grade. I said sure sweetie, but I walked close by. No one was getting close to you because I was close by. I realized in that moment you were growing into your own much faster than I anticipated. And boy did you grow. Watching you grow over the years, those adolescent years came fast. The parties, the arguments, the dating; nothing a father was ready to deal with.

But it came and I dealt with it the best way I knew how. So here we are, celebrating your 18th birthday. From the moment you came home from the hospital, I watched you grow into a amazing young woman. Everything I do, everything I’ve ever done has been for you. You know it’s funny as a man raising a daughter you have so many fears. You’re never ready to hear, dad I met a guy. But with those fears came a whole new level of appreciation. You taught me so much: you taught me how to listen, you taught me how to care, but most of all, you taught me how to love.

And not the love I have for your mother, but the love that forced me to my knees when I witnessed you take your first steps as a baby. The love I felt when you participated in your first gymnastics competition. And the love I felt watching you receive that acceptance letter to the college of your choice.

I don’t want to take up too much of your time in class, but you must know how much I care. You know, when you’re young, you think your parents are nagging at you. But I only talk because I know the world you’re up against. I talk because anything you needed to know and still need to know I wanted you to come to me. I want to let you know that I can’t promise I’ll be on this earth everyday. But what I will promise is that as long as I am on this earth, I’ll always be around. Anytime you need me, I’ll never turn my back on you. We may disagree, even argue from time to time. But until my dying day, I am only a phone call away.

So for the rest of the day, enjoy. Keep me in your heart and mind because you are in mind. You may be 18 years old, but my love as a parent is eternal. No matter how old you get, you’re my child and I am your father. And for that, I am a better man because of it. Love you always, Dad.