rashadsays

DJ Khaled does everything but win.

Life is too short to be clothed.

Know your worth. Never settle for less. 

Why the fuck is Adam Levine at a Payphone every three minutes?

Ever had to take a moment to pause, reassess your past, present and potential future, and ultimately ask yourself, “What the fuck am I doing?”

That just happened.

“Apathy kills.”

“I don’t care.”

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I’ll never understand the cognitive processes behind priding oneself with ignorance and stupidity. 

I’m often asked, “If you could change one aspect of yourself, what would it be?”

I always experience difficulty responding. After some thought, I’ll usually reciprocate with, “Nothing.” Not because I’m under the delusion that I’m perfect—because I’m far from it—but because, while I do acknowledge my flaws, I embrace them. They make me who I am. And I’m more than pleased with that person.

But at some point yesterday, I did arrive to some semblance of an answer. Independent of being questioned. 

If I deem something deserving, whether it be a cause, a movement, an academic discipline, a person, I’ll invest all of myself into it. If that subject is worth caring about, worth caring for in my eyes, I don’t see the point in giving any less. If I’m fully capable, and there is nothing to impede me, I become incessant. Ceaseless. 

My friends consider it commendable, meritorious even. “You say amazing things and you do amazing things, Rashad, but what really strikes me is the amount of thought and care you put into what you do for others, and that can’t really be duplicated by most, and that’s admirable.”

It’s also a necessity if I intend on being proficient in my career of choice. Which I do.  

But it’s a quality which takes a significant toll on the psyche, on the body, and consequently, on the heart. Sometimes I ask myself if it’s worth it. If all of these things are truly worthy of the exhaustive dedication and devotion I give to them. All that I’ve already given. All that I intend to give.

Ultimately, I end up viewing these thoughts, not as doubts, but as affirmations. As reaffirmations. As to why I invested so much of myself already. And remind myself that I’m not one to relinquish anything I hold dear, anything that is no short of worthy, without a fight. 

I end up right where I was from the start. My answer remains resolute. And I’m perfectly happy with that.

Commute Cognitions:

• I hope Apple puts a functioning battery in their new iPhone. Shit.
• I instantly lose respect for married men who refuse to wear their wedding bands. What’s your excuse? “It looks bad.” THEN WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THAT ONE? “I can’t wear it at work.” What do you do for a living? Feed sharks? Put it back on when you’re done. Asshole.
• I need my BMX bike back. Need. 
• My children are going to speak at least seven languages each.
• And play at least three instruments. No excuses.
• Of their own choosing, though, since I’m liberal and progressive and shit. 
• Speaking of liberals and progressives, GOOD ON YOU, OBAMA. About damn time you asserted your stance on marriage equality. 
• I wonder how long it’ll take for Fox News to call him a gay muslim for what he said in that interview. 
• If I don’t maintain a 4.33 GPA, I’m deleting my blog.
• I’m never deleting my blog, thus I will maintain a 4.33 GPA. 
• That second venti was definitely a poorly planned decision. 
• Why did I just down a bottle of Poland Spring?
• I must have the bladder of Zeus. 
• Nvm. Stairs. Fuck. 

Hope you guys are enjoying your nights. 

If you lack ambition, and don’t see anything awry with that fact, that’s fine. But I can’t seem to wrap my head around why you’d try to impose your ideals, or lack thereof, on others.  

“Oh man, med school’s so much work. That’s like, what, over four years! Why would you want to do that?” 

Because I care. About my future, about the lives I’ll have the power to ameliorate, about all of the people I’m not helping until I’m a licensed medical doctor. 

Do society a favor and keep your vapid, plebeian, prosaic bullshit to yourself.

“It’s a shame that doctors on television earn more than actual doctors.”

It pains me to hear those words. It’s an ironic truth, yes. But entirely irrelevant. You don’t enter this field for the money. An M.D.’s salary is a perk, but at the heart of it all, a non-factor. Ask any good doctor. Why would you dedicate a decade of your life to an empty ambition? To be well-off down the line? There are far easier, and more efficacious methods of securing your future. Saving lives is lucrative in itself, paychecks don’t mean a thing. 

If I’m ever blessed with a daughter, I’d love to name her Stella. Seems only fitting for a star.

A Procrastinators Anonymous convention was planned once.

It was postponed indefinitely.