A king has no honour in his own country

People think I think about stuff too much. Some people think I write too much or I blog too much. And there are others who would not change a thing about me because they have accepted that some of these annoying qualities are the components that make my personality so grand. 

I have friends who "show up" my family in that the way they treat me, I feel as if they are my chosen families. Supportive, willing and going out of their way to assist me in any venture or time of distress that I might experience. They are the friends that stick closer to you than a brother. 

Then I have people that I grow up. I have known them my entire life and I have people in my life that I met a few years or months ago that i feel more connected to than anything else. Life is such a weird complex labyrinth of experiences that makes you pause and wonder. 

Someone recently asked me why I no longer wrote for my niche. I told him everything I write about is influenced by my niche.  I recently realize that I was not only interested in national change but making my ideas as far reaching as the global currency of the United States. That is where my head is right now.