Beautiful Darkness, Maurice Mitchell [interesting novels to read txt] 📗

This moment to capture the world, or at least the part that belongs to me. Those dark moments were merely teachers, motivators. Those dark moments had my best interest at hand. Those dark moments were beautiful, a beautiful darkness.

Epilogue

I wrote this book for several different reasons. Some stand out a lot more then others. I didn’t write it just to tell my story, or to search for some type of fame or sympathy. See the truth is there are people who have been through much more and lived in far worse conditions. That’s exactly what I feel makes my story unique. See I didn’t necessarily grow up in the ghetto or have to sell drugs to get out. I didn’t have to shoot my way to school or fight my way out of prison. I have a very strong family which consist of two loving parents. For a certain period of time I lived in a house which could probably be featured on MTV Cribs. Its not the everyday rags to riches story, its not the kid who was simply targeted due to bad decision making. What my story does is it revels a different aspect of growing up in America. You can live in the big house at the end of the hill and go sleep every night to the sound of crickets rather then gun shots. By no means does that mean your children will never be forced to face life threatening and life changing situations. See people have a tendency to believe if they move their children out of the “Ghetto” they’ll be safe. When I moved to Colorado I lived in what could be considered one of the safest places in the country, and I still only had to step out my neighborhood to be surrounded by drugs and negativity. Be careful in believing that your children are safe, or in judging people because of where they are or where they come from. You don’t know them and you have no idea what they’ve been thorough, pay more attention. Whether we grew up in the hood, or in the suburbs, we still have a lot of things in common. We still have to make decisions that will affect the rest of our lives one way or another. We all are somehow connected by just being human beings, judge not. This story goes to show you that you can make all of the right decisions and go to school and say no to drugs and still struggle to survive. Many parents feel their child will never have to experience some of the things other kids do, because they don’t live in the ghetto. My story shows that’s not necessarily true, this too could be the story of your child. If you’re a parent, pay close attention to your children, regardless of where you live. Your child could also face these same decisions and if your not focus as a parent, they may not be as fortunate as I. Sometime the pain and the abuse doesn’t come from the street, at times it shows in a home. If you’ve been abused, then you know its something you may never truly get over. Try to learn to accept the fact that some people are blinded and stuck by their own insecurities and ignorance. Try not to let them steal your joy forever, if you do, that’s the real abuse. Another reason I wrote this book, is because far too much we only focus on the stories of famous people. You never hear about the struggles of an average individual with aspirations to become famous. The person who doesn’t find success through money and fame, but through redemption and growth. A girl once told me she felt that Barack Obama was self-centered because he wrote a book before he became President, he wrote a book before he was “somebody”. Somebody? What defines somebody? Is it fame, is it money? What plateau does a person have to reach, before they deserve to tell their story? What does one have to accomplish to be considered “Somebody?” What if a person doesn’t have what you decide a person has to have in order to be considered “somebody?” Does that make them “nobody?” If a person is famous, does that mean he means more to his mother then I mean to mine? Does that mean if something happens to me, my Mother should say “Hey, at least my son was nobody.” I couldn’t understand her philosophy, I thought it was ignorant. Too many times people look left and right but never see what’s right in front of them. Most of the stories that are often shared are stories that don’t touch many people. Most people look at the stories that end with fame and fortune and think, well that’s not me and that never will be me so what I went through was in vain. Sometime the end of the road doesn’t hold riches and fame, but it holds other things of equal value. This is a story that’s never told, this is a story that happens to a hell of a lot more people then the one that ends with a person becoming President. Regardless of what that girl felt, I wanted to share my story and I did. To me she defined herself as nobody, and were only as good as we believe we are. You can control what you do with your life and I am confident my story will help someone, somewhere, someday. Understand you will never be happy if you go through life searching for something when you don’t know what your searching for. Slow down, listen more and talk less. Set goals and believe in yourself regardless of what life may throw at you, that’s the only to win. So long as your alive, and you obviously are if your reading this, your blessed, so congratulations. Now take life by the throat, tell someone you love them, and go capture every dream you’ve ever had, you deserve it. Thank you for reading.

Imprint

Publication Date: 02-02-2011

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Dedication:
This book is dedicated to my Parents, my Grandmothers, my Sisters, and my Brothers. My dear friends and to everyone who suffers from abuse or deals with demons on a consistent basis. To everyone who was ever told that they could not accomplish something.