I have learned as I have grown older that your family only knows your history- where you been. Your friends know who you are- the person you let them see. Everybody else only knows what they want to believe. But at the end of the day, only you know where you are going- not your mama, not your daddy, not the teacher, not the preacher. They can only warn you from what they observe and from past experience. But the winds of change are funny. They often blow from a different direction than what you been told so you got to be careful about following somebody’s complicated outdated charts. It is often more important that you simply know how to sail. -NEO BLAQNESS
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