Half an hour later....
I guess I understand what my father is talking about to an extent. He feels that every gift we have is Gods. As do I.
As I'm leaving my house my dad says to me "be humble my son". Don't mind the fact that he talks to me as if he's Abraham, I don't get it either. As i always do i say "yes dad" and thought about what he said no further. Today as I'm riding back from first friday, which by the way was invigorating, (and by invigorating I mean cold as hell) it hit me. BE HUMBLE MY SON! Be humble? Kanye's line in "Devil In a Red Dress" came to mind. "Hard be humble when I'm stuntin' on a jumbotron". Im thinking to myself, how could i be humble when i'm stuntin' in my mind. *DISCLAIMER* Even as I'm writing this i realize how narcissistic and arrogant it must sound; but honestly i associate humility with complacency. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for what i have, the gifts God has bestowed in my life, the miracle it is to take a breath every morning. But why cant i scream them to the world. Its not to gloat or feel superior. I just want to express myself. I want to learn and scream it from the mountain tops.