life lessons
Ayesha Curry isn’t embarrassing Steph—she’s telling a truth many women live but rarely say out loud: life can give you a path you never imagined, and figuring out who you are within it takes courage.
Read MoreIn just 24 hours, I went from gasping for breath and regretting every decision… to laughing at JBP, gliding through work, and stepping into the weekend fly with a fresh cut. One day showed me how fast life can swing from panic to peace.
Read MoreWorkers at the bottom of the pay scale are timed like machines, forced to live by the stopwatch with no room for humanity. Meanwhile, higher-paid professionals are trusted with freedom — judged by output instead of minutes on the clock. This imbalance says less about efficiency and more about power, respect, and who society chooses to value.
Read MoreInjustice never just passes me by—it burns. I’ve lived through moments where the system was stacked against me, where perception outweighed merit, and where effort was overlooked. Growing up in a city built on resilience only sharpened that awareness, and my faith makes it clear: justice isn’t optional. It’s part of God’s design. That’s why I can accept loss if it’s fair, but when the rules themselves are bent, my blood boils.
Read MoreEvery relationship moves through four quadrants—attraction, passion, conflict, and reflection. The cycle reveals more than just how we love; it shows how we live.
Read MoreSeptember 11, 2025
Some things in life just take a little more effort.
The other night I was washing dishes, nothing major, just cleaning up after myself. Everything was easy at first — plates, cups, silverware, quick rinse, little soap, done. Then I got to one pot. And this pot had that hardened seasoning stuck to the bottom, the kind that laughs at you when you try to just rinse it away. I tried the soft approach, and nothing moved. For a second I looked at it like, man, this is pointless. I thought about setting it down and walking away.
But I didn’t. I dug in, pressed a little harder, put some elbow grease into it. And just like that, piece by piece, the seasoning started to break up. A few more scrubs and the pot was spotless, like nothing was ever stuck there in the first place.
That’s life right there.
Most things start off smooth, like washing those first dishes. You don’t even think about it. But then you hit that one spot, that one task, that one problem that doesn’t move so easily. Could be your career, your art, a relationship, or even just something small on your to-do list. And that’s the moment where most people stop. They say, “I’ll come back to it later.” But later doesn’t always come.
The truth is, most things that feel “undoable” aren’t impossible. They’re just stubborn. They need that little extra push past your first try. That extra focus, that extra pressure, that extra decision to not walk away. Because once you lean in, you find out it’s not as tough as it looked.
Elbow grease is really just the difference between almost finishing and actually finishing. It’s the choice to push past that resistance. And once you do, you realize the thing standing in your way was never as strong as it seemed — it was just waiting for you to give a little more.
So whether you’re chasing a dream, trying to build discipline, or just fighting through the small stuff that makes life feel heavy, remember the pot. Remember how it felt impossible until I decided to stick with it. Remember that most things just need effort, not excuses.
Because in the end, it’s never really about the pot. It’s about your willingness to scrub through the hard spots in life and come out clean on the other side.
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To understand the human experience, we don’t have to look far—we only need to look at Jesus. Every trial, every triumph He faced reveals what we should expect in our own lives. Temptation in the wilderness, rejection from His own, betrayal by those closest to Him, and the suffering of the cross all remind us that hardship is part of the journey. But so is victory. His resurrection proves that no matter how dark things may seem, joy and triumph are always on the other side.
The life of Christ isn’t just history—it’s prophecy for our lives. What He endured, we too will endure. And what He overcame, we too can overcome.
Read MoreWhen artist SLAWN unveiled massive KAWS-inspired sculptures, his caption made it seem like an official collaboration — until KAWS himself shut it down. Here’s my take on why this misstep matters, how it could have been avoided, and what it means for the art world moving forward.
Read MoreRiding with the homie while R&B plays. Hitting Miami with just your boy. Two men catching a movie. Why are these regular things still seen as “sus” to some? Let’s talk about this very specific type of fragile masculinity—and why I’m not subscribing to it.
Read MoreA creative dive into the possible height and design of humanity’s first couple—just for fun, not doctrine.
Read MoreNot every church tradition is biblical. In this piece, I break down how denominations are like country clubs — each with their own rules — but Christianity, like golf, stays the same everywhere. It’s time we stop confusing church culture with the actual gospel.
Read MoreFor a lot of Black men, therapy doesn’t happen on a couch—it happens in a barber’s chair. I may not vent to my barber, but every cut feels like a reset. No stress, no overthinking—just precision, peace, and presence. And with a woman as my barber, that touch hits different. Here's why my 45-minute haircut is my quiet form of healing.
Read MoreA’ja Wilson finally has her own signature sneaker—and it’s about more than kicks. It’s about legacy, timing, and making sure Black women athletes get the shine (and the sales) they’ve earned. Here’s why the A’One is the most important basketball shoe ever released.
Read MoreMost people think real improvement only happens through physical practice. But mental image training — vividly imagining yourself succeeding — can build real skills too. I saw it firsthand when my imaginary basketball drills led to me draining shots like Steph Curry without touching a ball for weeks. Here’s how powerful the mind really is.
Read MoreMarch 25, 2025
When I was younger, every time I finished a drawing, I would rush to show my family. Their reactions were always over the top—full of excitement and praise. It felt good, like I had done something truly special.
But over time, their responses became more routine. Instead of the enthusiasm I was used to, I started hearing quick, casual responses: "Oh, nice." That was when it hit me—I needed to stop seeking reactions and just create for myself.
I think about those early days, drawing picture after picture, long before social media existed. There was no one to post them for, no audience to impress. I would finish a piece, look at it in awe, and simply add it to my personal collection. It was pure. I drew because I loved it, not because I was waiting for someone to tell me it was good.
Now, when I post and create, my only real question is: Do I think it’s dope? Because if I like it, someone else will too. And even if only one person connects with it, chances are, five others will, and so on. But that’s secondary. The real win is that I don’t need approval from anyone for what I do.
Self-validation freed me from the pressure of chasing approval. I wake up, thank God, ask Him to order my steps, and then I move—creating, expressing, living. No permission needed.
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March 6, 2025
Lawyer Harry making sure the fam is good, lol.
There’s a reason every successful family—especially in Black wealth-building—needs a lawyer, accountant, and doctor. These aren’t just career choices; they’re pillars of sustainability, protection, and generational progress. When families have these roles covered, they don’t have to rely on outsiders who may not have their best interests at heart. Instead, they can move as a unit, ensuring that knowledge, resources, and power stay within the family.
I’ve seen firsthand how this plays out. Just recently, I was able to help my cousin for free with a legal issue that could’ve otherwise cost thousands. If I weren’t a lawyer, he might have been forced to settle for whatever public defense or overpriced legal services he could afford. But because I pursued law—strategically, not just for personal gain but as a family asset—I was able to step in. That’s wealth in action, not just in terms of money but in access and security.
Black families often struggle with wealth retention, not because of a lack of talent or ambition, but because of a lack of infrastructure. Wealth isn’t just about making money; it’s about keeping it, growing it, and passing it down. Without the right people in place, families lose money to bad contracts, poor investments, unnecessary medical bills, and legal pitfalls.
We’ve seen other communities master this formula. The lawyer ensures no one gets taken advantage of. The accountant ensures money is managed and grown properly. The doctor ensures health remains a priority, keeping the family functioning at full capacity. This setup isn’t a luxury—it’s a necessity.
Now, here’s the caveat: children shouldn’t be forced into careers they hate. That’s how you end up with resentful, underperforming professionals who never reach their full potential. Instead, families should observe their kids early, see what they naturally gravitate toward, and nudge them into paths that align with both passion and practicality.
For me, I always had artistic talent. If I blindly chased that with no strategy, I could have ended up a starving artist, struggling to make ends meet. But I followed my passion with logic and strategy, choosing law as a stable foundation that could fund and empower my creative pursuits. Now, I can create without the pressure of desperation. Success in law makes pursuing art easier, not harder.
The solution isn’t about strict enforcement; it’s about intentionality. Families should sit down and discuss, “Okay, who’s going to take on what? Who’s best suited for law, finance, or medicine? What’s a sustainable way for each child to contribute to the family’s strength?”
This isn’t about limiting options—it’s about expanding them in a structured way. When every member plays their part, the family moves like a corporation, each person contributing to a greater vision.
The ultimate goal? Self-sufficiency, longevity, and generational power. Because when you build a family where the money stays, the knowledge stays, and the resources stay—Black wealth stops being a dream and starts being a reality.
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LEVELING UP COMES WITH ASSISTANCE
February 27, 2025
Every time I’ve leveled up in life, it came with some form of assistance—divine timing, the right person stepping in, or a door opening at the perfect moment. It’s never been just me grinding alone; the pieces always align when I’m ready for the next step.
When I first started pushing WELÇOME heavy, my main goal was to secure a domestic distributor. At the time, I was paying too much with my international supplier, and unless I had big orders, I’d take a loss. I accepted that as part of the process—loss leaders are a natural part of business—but I knew I needed profit to keep things moving.
I wrote down the goal: Get a domestic distributor.
Then, as my sales grew, the opportunity literally presented itself, just as I had written. Since making that switch, WELÇOME has been booming, and my costs are down while my profits are up. That level-up wasn’t just about working hard; it came with the right connection at the right time.
My Deepest Discovery: An Album by JHarry, executive produced by DJ Mic Jack
I’ve been working on My Deepest Discovery for two years. The project was basically done, but for some reason, I hadn’t pulled the trigger on releasing it. Something in me felt like I was missing a final piece.
Then, out of nowhere, my boy Jack hit me up:
"Bro, let me engineer your next tape."
I didn’t hesitate—bet. I had all the songs ready, so I sent them over. What Jack did with the mixes was something I simply couldn’t have done myself. I lack the technical skills he has, and his ear brought out a new level of depth in my music. That’s when it hit me: this is about to be a big project.
I’ve had moments like this before—"Long May He Reign" opened doors for me, and "Twerkin in the Rain" had a semi-viral moment. But this time, with Jack locked in and us working on a full project together for the first time since high school, I feel like something special is about to happen.
Why would this collaboration come together now, after all these years, if it wasn’t leading to something major?
So here it is: My Deepest Discovery drops 3.13.2025 on all streaming platforms.
Pre-orders coming soon. Let’s see where this level-up takes me.
Edit: this article was published after the release of my deepest discovery , so you can get the album now, head to the merchandise tab to purchase and its on streaming.
You Are Appreciated: The Rarity of a Clean Public Restroom
February 22, 2025
Public restrooms are one of life’s unavoidable experiences. Whether you’re at a gas station off the highway, a fast-food joint, or even a high-end shopping mall, you’ll eventually have to venture into the abyss. And let’s be real—most of them smell like open ass.
It’s almost as if there’s an unspoken agreement that public restrooms are meant to be disgusting. The scent of bodily functions lingers in the air like an unwanted guest, the floors are often sticky for reasons unknown, and there’s always that one stall with a toilet seat that looks like it barely survived an apocalypse. It’s a universal struggle.
That’s why, when I stumble upon a genuinely clean public restroom, I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot. The level of appreciation I have for a spotless, well-maintained, odor-free bathroom is beyond words. It’s like finding an oasis in the desert, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise grim reality. A restroom that smells neutral—or dare I say, pleasant—deserves its flowers. A place where the soap dispensers actually have soap, the paper towels aren’t empty, and the toilet seats don’t look like they should be condemned? That’s a place of honor.
What’s wild is that maintaining a clean restroom isn’t rocket science. Regular cleaning, functioning ventilation, and basic courtesy from the people using it could go a long way. And yet, here we are, bracing ourselves every time we push open a stall door, preparing for the worst.
So, to the businesses, restaurants, and public spaces that prioritize keeping their restrooms clean: You are appreciated. You may not hear it enough, but those of us who truly value hygiene salute you. May your floors remain dry, your air stay fresh, and your toilets always flush properly. The world needs more of you.
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Fame subjects individuals to intense scrutiny and a flood of opinions, both positive and negative. The power of words can shape reality, making spiritual protection crucial for maintaining peace and well-being. This article explores the impact of negativity on public figures and the importance of speaking with care and intention.
Read MoreJanuary 7, 2024
Hyper independence is often celebrated as a badge of honor in a world where self-reliance is seen as the ultimate marker of strength. The notion of "I’ve got it, I don’t need anyone" resonates deeply with many of us, especially those who’ve had to endure hardships and rely solely on their own abilities to push through. But what happens when hyper independence becomes less of a survival tool and more of a prison?
For those of us raised in environments where dependency was a weakness—where asking for help was met with ridicule, rejection, or simply no response—hyper independence can feel like the only way to move forward. It's a mindset born out of necessity, one that says, "If I don’t do it, nobody will." And while it can fuel ambition and resilience, it also builds walls so high that no one can climb over to help, even when you desperately need it.
Hyper independence thrives on the illusion of control. You feel accomplished when you handle things alone. You’re proud when you juggle multiple responsibilities without breaking a sweat—at least outwardly. But behind closed doors, hyper independence is lonely. It’s exhausting. It’s isolating. The very traits that others admire about you are the ones eating away at your soul.
I’ve been there—balancing ten different plates, refusing to let anyone so much as touch a single one. Whether it’s financial struggles, family burdens, or professional pressures, I’ve told myself countless times, I’ll figure it out. And in many cases, I have. But at what cost? Burnout, resentment, and the sinking realization that my refusal to lean on others has robbed me of deeper connections.
You see, hyper independence isn’t strength—it’s armor. It’s a shield we use to protect ourselves from disappointment. If no one helps, they can’t let you down. If you never depend on anyone, you don’t have to deal with betrayal. But in protecting ourselves from vulnerability, we’re also cutting ourselves off from the benefits of community, love, and shared burdens.
Think about the moments where you genuinely needed someone but kept silent. Think about the times you struggled and someone offered help, but you declined because you didn’t want to appear weak. Hyper independence convinces us that being vulnerable is synonymous with being powerless. In reality, vulnerability is a bridge—it connects us to others in ways that hyper independence never can.
So how do we break free? It starts with reframing our definition of strength. True strength isn’t about doing everything on your own; it’s about knowing when to ask for help. It’s about understanding that independence and interdependence can coexist. You can stand tall and still lean on others when necessary. You can be self-reliant and still invite people into your life to share the load.
For me, letting go of hyper independence has been a gradual process. It’s meant unlearning the idea that asking for help makes me weak. It’s meant recognizing that people who genuinely care about you want to help, not to diminish you but to stand beside you. And it’s meant forgiving myself for the years I spent thinking I had to do it all alone.
The downfall of hyper independence isn’t about abandoning self-reliance. It’s about finding balance. It’s about knowing when to carry the weight and when to pass it off. It’s about understanding that we’re not meant to live this life in solitary confinement, no matter how capable we are. Because in the end, the strongest people aren’t the ones who never need help—they’re the ones who know how to ask for it.
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