The Goal?
We started in search of a goal. The goal was to find the goal. We didn't know how, we didn't know where, but we knew we had a goal to find. Everyone told us it would be nice and big and made of gold. People told us many things of what they thought the goal was.
"Success" said one man. "Go to school and get yo education man!! Then you'll be set" continued the man. However all we saw was debt and unemployment after pretending to be fake rich like so many other people did our age at the local bars. And then the roof of our parents basement while having sex with the next door neighbors daughters we thought use to look good crossed our minds. While we were all for good carnal action, we didn't want it so close.
Our trek took us all around until we happened on a church. People were outside clamoring to get inside. "This is it!! This is the goal!"We walked in the middle of a sermon with a red hot preacher.
"Your goal is to be able to walk just like Jesus!!" yelled the pastor to the congregation that filled the room with amen's, hand waving and head nobs in agreeance with the Pastor. Under the facade of faith, we saw backstabbers, wife beaters, adulterers and flat out meaness. We wanted to walk with God, so we stayed to listen. We left at offering time ten minutes later.
We went to grandmothers house. Actually, it wasn't our grandmothers house, it was actually some old ladies house down the street who gave us cookies in the summer time. And damn good cookies too.
"Hey y'all" she said with the prototypical old lady warmness. We spoke for a few with her and we told her what we were looking for.
"We have a goal we're looking for cept we don't know what it is." we told her. "Ohhhh silly boys, the goal is simple. To get married, have kids and live happily ever after!" she said with a brainwashed glowing smile. She reminded us of a zombie as she looked stargazed towards the street. We left as she was starting to scare us shitless.
We went downtown. Surely amid the big buildings, business types coupled with the hustle and bustle, we KNEW we would be able to find our goal. Sucess knows about success. How could they not. Bentleys and bitches, coupled with vodka and the occasional hit of coke. Partying with movers and shakers, and having more fast women filled our thoughts. We were fucking determined to find our goal.
"First guy we see, we stop and ask where is the goal and how can we get a piece!!" we told each other.
A business man in an expensive suit came by and we stopped him. "Whoa, well hello. What can I help you with?" quered the man. "What is the goal? Where is it at?" we asked.
"To find a good job, find a wife, reproduce and be happy" the man said while drinking his large cup of coffee that resembled motor oil. We bidded him farewell as he walked off very robotically towards the train to another town.
We went to a Globo gym in downtown. "The body is the goal. Big ass fucking arms!! Bitches love the arms, and niggas fear them!" we said. We went inside the gym and saw a plethora of spandex and aerodynamic gym wear that we thought Boeing made.
We went to the trainer there, the very inshape trainer and we asked where us the goal.
"Cable exercises, dumbbells and barbells are bad" said Mr. Cutupguy. We followed his advice. No such luck, so went against his advice and that's where we found the goal.
"We need to go against the grain and find our niche. All the advice is bullshit if we dont take what's good and discard the rest. Marriage is good, a career is good, but that's not the goal. The goal is internal, self defined" we said
We stripped the bullshit from our lives, we found out what worked eventually by trying out everything. We found out the fast women either burned out or found God, we found out that marriage is good if you find the right person, we found out a career is something you do for work and not what you do for a living, and we found that the goal is relative and it gets redefined every so often
From that point forward, two people became one, and I continue on my path today
"Success" said one man. "Go to school and get yo education man!! Then you'll be set" continued the man. However all we saw was debt and unemployment after pretending to be fake rich like so many other people did our age at the local bars. And then the roof of our parents basement while having sex with the next door neighbors daughters we thought use to look good crossed our minds. While we were all for good carnal action, we didn't want it so close.
Our trek took us all around until we happened on a church. People were outside clamoring to get inside. "This is it!! This is the goal!"We walked in the middle of a sermon with a red hot preacher.
"Your goal is to be able to walk just like Jesus!!" yelled the pastor to the congregation that filled the room with amen's, hand waving and head nobs in agreeance with the Pastor. Under the facade of faith, we saw backstabbers, wife beaters, adulterers and flat out meaness. We wanted to walk with God, so we stayed to listen. We left at offering time ten minutes later.
We went to grandmothers house. Actually, it wasn't our grandmothers house, it was actually some old ladies house down the street who gave us cookies in the summer time. And damn good cookies too.
"Hey y'all" she said with the prototypical old lady warmness. We spoke for a few with her and we told her what we were looking for.
"We have a goal we're looking for cept we don't know what it is." we told her. "Ohhhh silly boys, the goal is simple. To get married, have kids and live happily ever after!" she said with a brainwashed glowing smile. She reminded us of a zombie as she looked stargazed towards the street. We left as she was starting to scare us shitless.
We went downtown. Surely amid the big buildings, business types coupled with the hustle and bustle, we KNEW we would be able to find our goal. Sucess knows about success. How could they not. Bentleys and bitches, coupled with vodka and the occasional hit of coke. Partying with movers and shakers, and having more fast women filled our thoughts. We were fucking determined to find our goal.
"First guy we see, we stop and ask where is the goal and how can we get a piece!!" we told each other.
A business man in an expensive suit came by and we stopped him. "Whoa, well hello. What can I help you with?" quered the man. "What is the goal? Where is it at?" we asked.
"To find a good job, find a wife, reproduce and be happy" the man said while drinking his large cup of coffee that resembled motor oil. We bidded him farewell as he walked off very robotically towards the train to another town.
We went to a Globo gym in downtown. "The body is the goal. Big ass fucking arms!! Bitches love the arms, and niggas fear them!" we said. We went inside the gym and saw a plethora of spandex and aerodynamic gym wear that we thought Boeing made.
We went to the trainer there, the very inshape trainer and we asked where us the goal.
"Cable exercises, dumbbells and barbells are bad" said Mr. Cutupguy. We followed his advice. No such luck, so went against his advice and that's where we found the goal.
"We need to go against the grain and find our niche. All the advice is bullshit if we dont take what's good and discard the rest. Marriage is good, a career is good, but that's not the goal. The goal is internal, self defined" we said
We stripped the bullshit from our lives, we found out what worked eventually by trying out everything. We found out the fast women either burned out or found God, we found out that marriage is good if you find the right person, we found out a career is something you do for work and not what you do for a living, and we found that the goal is relative and it gets redefined every so often
From that point forward, two people became one, and I continue on my path today
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