Hopefully you can chalk this up to a fucked up learning experience. Whether you were born into it, or one day you made that one fatal error or if you said fuck it, got curious, we are all in the same spot. I do know one thing, at one point in your lives you all have disliked yourselves for becoming a felon. Don’t front. Accept it. Your past does not define your purpose. Always remember that.
Even if you were or are a gangster on the outs or in’s, a boss in prison, someone who is both feared and loved, I get it. The cause needs you. It’s the hardest thing in the world for a felon to put their pride aside. It’s pure emotion that rules our being. Our moon and sun are in constant conflict with each other.
The only way this plan will work is if we are all on the same page. Consider getting an education, a vocational degree, or go rehab. Check this out. When we were locked up or even if you are now, how many books have you read or did you read in jail or prison? Tons. If you can read all those books, you can do anything. Send it!
“You don’t concentrate on risks. You concentrate on results. No risk is too great to prevent the necessary job from getting done.“-Chuck Yeager
One day, an amazing person in my life told me about something they called, survival mode. When you identify as a felon, your mind is in a constant battle. While in survival mode you are repeatedly running against time. Whether it’s paying your rent or helping with unexpected last minute disasters. It could be anything chaotic, like making too many commitments and living in a world of chaos. Felons see this as desirable. I can’t and won’t tell you how to feel, but it’s food for thought. Be your authentic self. Always.