I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I'm in my 30s and somehow, I'm still confused.

After three decades of walking this planet and I'm still wondering what it all means. I guess I could've taken the easy path — get a j-o-b, make the man rich, get paid enough to satisfied the minor materialistic things in life and hope to be buried in peace. But I'm being difficult. I want more than that. I want to know the answers to what life is all about. I want to know our purpose. I want to know everything there is to know about me.

My homeboy Kevin Walker once asked me what is my biggest fear in life. His answer was never realizing his potential. Since then Kevin has been very successful in all his endeavors and is just at the beginning of his journey to the top of the mountain. My answer? Well, I didn't have one specifically at the time, but I know what it is now.

I remember reading in the newspaper about some older guy treading water for a day or two, maybe three. He was close, if not in his retirement years, and whatever happened, he was now treading water without knowing when, if ever, he won't have to tread water anymore.

See, that's how some people think life is designed. You put forth all that effort, never knowing when it's going to be okay to chill for a second, sometimes it's never okay to chill. We are born, taught how to walk, how to talk, how to shit in the latrine and next thing you know, we're all competing for that one good j-o-b that just might pay enough to afford to have our own little ones to teach how to walk, talk and shit.

As soon as we learn how to write our names, the entire educational system is programming and conditioning us to go out there and make someone rich. We are presented complex mathematical problems, challenged with writing complex exposés and forced to memorize enormous amounts of data. Those who do this most effectively can now discard all that information and accept that cushy j-o-b making someone rich.

Those who don't remember logarithms well or have a limit on the number of seven-syllable words they can remember are convinced that's the reason they have to throw boxes in the back of UPS trucks, ask if you want fries with your fattening shamburger or any number of underpaying, overworking j-o-b-s.

These human beings become fodder for the business world. They are indispensible, but the only thanks they get is five days out of the year to not be someone's bitch. If it's a "good" j-o-b, you'll get two weeks. And when someone decides to take that time and really do something like travel to Taj Mahal or maybe check out The Great Wall of China, they think they need credit.

How does a bank give the person who makes six figures single digit finance charges, but only offers 22% interest for someone making the poverty line? Do they think this person is less likely to make payments on time? How can they with a poverty level income and insultingly high finance charges?

So, people settle for a "vacation" to the islands. Maybe a cruise to it. I guess. And when they get there, what money they do have go right back into big business who has hijacked the islands from the locals to make their money back from their peons who they gave a week off to.

Remember the guy who was treading water for a day or two? He was asked how he did it. His response went something like, "Well, look at the alternative."

Throughout life I've been challenging the status quo. I've set out to find an answer to the only option we've ever been presented. If there is no other option, I'd rather quit treading now than to continue to live the rest of my life as someone's bitch.

As I've talked to others, I've started to notice a common way of thinking. Not only do people think getting a j-o-b is the only way to make it, they allow these same people who convince them of this farce to determine what it is that they want in life. Everyday people are inundated with images of expensive cars, huge homes, yachts, jewelry, European vacations, Prada, Gucci, Sean John, Chris Ruth's Steakhouse, GulfStream IVs, hoes, pimps, fame, fortune...

And all you have to do is work your sweat glands to death, sacrifice a decade or two, save every Lincoln-embossed coin you earn and next thing you know, well, you're almost dead.

As I've talked to one person after another and another, every single one of them had a dream that wasn't based off a 30 second commercial or a magazine ad. They want to be writers, paint masterpieces, volunteer to help the needy, own their own clothing store, their own business, not get up at the crack of dawn to join the cattle roundup on the highways. They want more time with their family. They want to find their soul mate. They want to move. They want to enjoy a good ass steak.

I know: I'm babbling right now, but I promise I have a point.

See, the one thing they didn't teach us in school is that we are all, let me stress this: EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US has everything we need to have everything we want in life. Everything.

I invite anyone, everyone to holla at me and let's figure it out together. Whatever it is you really want to do in life, I know there is a way without being shackled to the j-o-b. Do I encourage people to quit the j-o-b? Of course! But we have to be smart about how, when and why. Is it possible to finish life without being someone's bitch? Of course! The one you're making rich is doing it!

I figured out my greatest fear in life. It's taken a minute to figure it out, but now that I know, I'm telling everyone. Those who have the money have mastered the game of pimpology. They've created this system and everyone in it is like a cyborg. Every night, go home and update your wiring by watching TV.

My fear is simple:
Now that I've escaped from the system, I'm en route to building my empire. It's kept afloat with residual income I've been learning how to create from those who have mastered this game. After creating a few streams of income and strengthening the ones I'm in the process of creating now, I'm going to be looking to purchase my own personal island. If you've read some of the stuff I've written in the past, you know this is my inspiration in life.

My fear is that when I make that purchase, I'll be alone on my own personal island because everyone I care about couldn't escape from the system and gotta go to work in the morning because they're still drowning in a j-o-b full of materialistic traps to keep them from realizing what needs to be done to stop treading water and get on with life.