Letter To My 18-Year-Old Self


Aye, bro, lemme talk to you for a minute.

Now, I know you don’t know me, but I know you very well and I know what’re you thinking: “This dude is crazy.”

Nah. I can assure you that I am not, though, so just listen to me “real” quick. 

Ain’t nobody gonna give you sh*t when you graduate from high school! You’re sitting around with good grades and sh*t acting like you’re a Negro anomaly. Man, please. Wake up!

Yeah, you might earn a lil’ ass scholarship to college, but don’t act like it’s the key to the city, playboy. Nah. You’re gonna to have to use that scholarship to your advantage and flip that b*tch into something greater. You’re gonna have to put in work, and I mean serious work. If not, you’re going to lose that scholarship with your unfocused ass and you know good and well that your Pops is NOT gonna put you through school on a preacher’s salary. No offense to him, because he loves you more than he loves Star Trek, but it just ain’t gonna happen.

My advice to you is to do something you love, but not only that, do something that will equip you with recession-proof skills. Skills pay the bills, dude.  

Forget about all the extracurricular stuff your shiftless peers are doing and focus on what YOU need to do. Plant the seeds of intentional and focused work now so that you can reap your benefits later and chill.

All the cuties and booties ain’t gonna save you, homes. I’m tellin’ you right now as your future self. I’m actually doing you a favor.

Take heed, my guy.

You’ll thank me later.