Today I was walking in downtown Mission, right around 16th street. I was walking the speed of light, though I’m not sure why since I had time to kill. I had a lot on my mind, and it definitely showed. Right before I entered the BART station on 16th, an artistic African-American man of probably 27 years who carried a portfolio, called out to me right after we made eye contact: “Keep that determination”, he said. I quickly turned around realizing he was talking to me, and in that instant he turned around too and looked at me intently. We then went our separate ways.
How did this stranger understand my thoughts within the two seconds of seeing me on Mission St? He seemed like he was deep in his thoughts too…Hey, maybe it takes one to know one.
This post is dedicated to the hustlers.
The ones who could ask for help, but grin and bear it.
The ones who bust their butts working, though they live pay check to pay check.
The ones who work two jobs just to make a life better for someone else.
The ones who pay for their college education.
The ones who self-educate themselves.
The ones who try every possible road and don’t stop until they get it.
The ones to border on homelessness and starvation, but have a hunger for success.
The ones who get energized from sleepless nights.
All I have to say is that if you’re a hustler- you know it- and you love it. You know things could be better but you keep trucking along because things shouldn’t be given to you, and you don’t want it that way. You want the satisfaction. You love the thrill of uncertainty, struggle, and it is this that gets you out of bed in the morning.
Another day, another hustle. Don’t stop. Keep going. Never give up.
Keep. That. Determination.