The first series of my three-part memoir is a life full of ignorance, indulgence, and tragedy. In the conditioning of follow your heart and god; these untruths led me to delusion and heartbreak. As I laid on the bed of heartbreak. For an exceptional man praying on his knees cannot escape. As a working man, I followed every so-called good man's game plan. I strove for country, a career, a wife, and god. But what hit me like the fathers before me; none of the rules were written to favor me. As I delved deeper inside an altruistic society, a recurring truth spoke to me. The truth is I must be a part of the lie. I had to lie to be successful. And even though I believed in god, I could not possess a pure heart and clean hands. I tried to be successful like every man, but I could not give the rules my heart and hands. And because I would not live a life of lies, I became an outcast. I had to suffer and agonize. For every lying entity desired that I not to find myself, my purpose, my innate self. I struggled in misery. I ask, what married man follows the rules and have a clean heart? Where can anyone find a man that believes in god with a pure hands? And ask yourself a question, how can man-made rules be god's plan? When I was a child, I had many visions. I saw myself a man. I saw me here and there. In several visions, I could not comprehend why. Why the two people I helped and loved desire my demise? Why would people so close hate me? In one vision, I was running happy. As I ran on green grass, I ran with the Sun above me. So happy like the world was on my side. And then suddenly, I was snatched down screaming. After that vision, I knew a horrific event would occur in my life. So, I often wondered who would be there for me. Would my family help me? Would my friends assist me? And at least, I believed like most exceptional men. My greatest enemy was not evil spirits. It was not the police. Nor was it the terrorism of race. It was not the woman I called my wife. For me, it was not the bullies. My greatest enemy was the woman I was supposed to call mother. For she had visions of me. She knew I would be successful. So, she fervently tried to mold me into failure. She told everyone I was no good. And her favorite words to everyone, "You know how Vaughn is." I found the rules to be a trap. The rules are a snarl. The rules favored my downfall. I found belief to be a lie. In the rule's estimation, liars are more likely to be successful. Liars do not have faith. Liars do not have a country. Liars do not have a heart. A liar cannot have pure hands. And liars are they all... I had to learn that I am responsible for my Heart; not god or my Heart responsible for leading me.
How does it feel to lose when you know you're exceptional. How does it feel to want when you know you're the owner. One day, the rules will not be upside down.
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