“Your life will be a result of how you deal with stress”, I continue speaking to Bilta as I recline in the corner of the small cafe by the beach, “what you do when times are hard is ultimately the variable that will determine where your life goes. Telling you to smile, normally ends with him sucking dick, yo.”
“That’s interesting”, he replies as he takes a sip of water from his styrofoam cup, “I gotta be hones that I had not thought of that, yo.”
“You want to be the sucker and not the sucked”, I continue as I turn my head to look out the window at the cafe, “the one that rides the waves and not the one that is used. You want to be the captain of your life, yo.”
“I feel like I am captain”, he responds as he turns his head to me, “I feel like I am in charge of my life, yo.”
“You are not — there’s two options that you can take in life. Grab them both, yo.”
“That makes no sense”, he responds as he shrugs, “I have no clue what two things that I have that can chart of the course of my existance, yo.”
“They are under the table and in place to control your future. One can grab hold of life or it can grab you and pull you off course, yo. Either you hold yourself in place or life will push you around, you are not the result of others actions but your own. If you want to go someplace in your life, go. If you want to do something in your life, do it. You will never be the success of others. Until, you decide that you will walk your path solo then you will always be the burden bearer. The pack animal does not lead the herd, yo.”
“That makes no sense”, he responds as he looks back at me.
“The beast of burden is never the master, yo.”