My Health > My Wealth

Yesterday as I was tearing up the streets of Los Angeles on that Uber Lyfe, I had to make a quick pitstop at the Hollywood Walk-In Clinic Urgent Care to get something checked out. I won’t get into the details of why I was there, but lets just say my boy Seth, the doctor who assisted the bearded man, recommended I take a couple days off from the gym. I said listen doc, your wish is my command. No gym it is.

I did fit in a 20 minute sauna sesh this morning because I still gotta get some type of sweat it. It jump starts my day and gets the blood flowing. Now of course we all need to listen to doctors opinions because they are the professionals. With my situation, I’m not allowed to pick up weights so I think i’m in the clear. *fingers crossed*

Leaving the clinic which surprisingly felt like a 5 star experience with valet parking, leather couches and great staff, welcome to Hollywood ladies and gentlemen, I called my mother to give her a little update on the situation. As I gave her the 411, I was then updated to my surprise that a family member of ours had to be checked into a hospital earlier in the morning.

As of this Monday morning, this person is doing better and I have faith that everything is going to be quite alright because she’s a tough cookie. I’m sure whatever the issue is, she’ll conquer through it without a problem. She’s tough as nails and I hope this hospital is bringing in extra staff to assist because she’s the one calling the shots.

As I’m shredding the streets the rest of the evening on Sunday, I felt this weird mixed of emotions. I had woke up and treated the day like just another day and was going through the motions. Four hours later, two speed bumps and I’m beating myself up for not being grateful for my health and for choosing to live on the other side the country when I’d rather be with my family for situations like this.

Every morning I wake up, I open both of my eyes and look for my phone to turn off the alarm. I get up on my two feet to dress myself head to toe. I use my hands to tie my shoes. I fill up a cup of water and toss it back before leaving the content crib. I put in my headphones, crank up some tunes and show up to my date with iron paradise - the gym. All five of my senses work great. I’m able to breathe on my own and can carry out any physical activity that I need. 25 years young and I’m in my prime, no questions asked.

If that’s the case, everything else shouldn’t matter, right? Views on my YouTube, listens on my podcast, the number of people following the bearded man on social media, the clothes that I wear, the car that I drive, the money I have in my bank account and on and on and on. None of that matters. My health > my wealth.

We tend to have these types of realizations when something really bad happens. When it’s too late. I’m going to use yesterday as a little dose of you actually have the winning lottery ticket. As long as the health of my family and friends is good and I’m good - nothing else really matters. Of course it’s great to have passions and goals to work towards but does it actually matter if something doesn’t go according to plan? Are we going to die because we didn’t land that dream job? I’m going to go on a limb and say most likely not. Perfect - back to the drawling board it is.

If I lost someone today, I may never fully accept that this person is gone. With time it would get easier but it’ll still hurt my heart knowing I can’t pick up the phone to call this person. If someone hits me with negative feedback on my podcast, does it really matter? In the moment I might take it to heart but within 24 hours I’ll likely completely forget about it. Don’t like the bearded man content? Seeeee ya dude!

I preach the importance of both physical and mental health a looooot on all of my content. I’m a big believer that our bodies are vehicles and we need to treat them that way. Feed it with healthy foods. Workout five to six days a week. Fuel up with liquids that are good for us. Meditate to clear our minds. If it’s positively helping our mind or body, I’m for it and believe it needs to become a top priority.

I’m happy that I recognize that items do not bring happiness. It’s the people around us that make life worth living.

To quote the great J.Cole, “Always gon' be a bigger house somewhere, but you feel me. 'Long as the people in that motherf** love you dearly. Always gon' be a whip that's better than the the one you got. Always gon' be some clothes that's fresher than the one's you rock. Always gon' be a girl that's badder out there on the tours. But you ain't never gon' be happy till you love yours”

Money can buy you a lot of things but it can’t buy you health or more time with the ones you love. Always keep in mind that your health > your wealth.