And most importantly you: the customer.

I’ve been busy these last few weeks. Work has been consuming my days and devouring my nights, but I’m not really here to complain about itno. Instead, I am here to be grateful for days when I am knocking down lists of items to be done for my various roles and duties throughout my world. 

A few years back, I learned to recognize that everyone’s realities are so different. I learned that one prince’s reality in Europe is one rapper’s reality in New York City. I learned that one writer’s reality in Italy, is another writer’s reality in LA. 

My reality is pretty great, and so I am here being grateful for it. 

I’ve been busy, I know, but it isn’t anything personal… Actually, yes it is. It is personal because this is who I am. It is personal because this is who I like to be. It is personal because I took something that I loved and made it my life. 

Today I am knocking down contracts for a new account, at a record label meeting for our weekly status meeting to go over radio schedule and touring, developing a separate rapper at a studio in Harlem, and then our weekly EMPT status and updates conference call, followed by a team conference call, and finally, reviewing mixes for records to be released. phew. 

Like I said, I am grateful for my reality, grateful for the people that have come in and out of my life, and grateful for you, here, reading this because those two minutes that you took out of your day to read this are most valuable to me. 

"And most importantly you: the customer." —Jay Z

cp’14   |   Cyrus Pavel. 

Be fearless and just ride…..

Last night I dreamt about a gorilla named mama. Mama taught me to jump onto the alligators back and ride it down the stream without a worry in the world. 

I’m still not sure what that dream was about, but I do remember just jumping on the gators back and laying back on it as it rode down stream, not a single worry in the world. I guess now that the dream was about being fearless and just riding, so that’s what I will continue to do, be fearless and just ride. 

cp’14   |   cyrus pavel. 

My Last Meal On Earth.

When they ask people what their last meal on Earth would be, some say, Pork Chops!, and others might say, Jelly Beans!. Kids might say, Gummy Bears, or some other cute edible monsters out there. Then there is me, and I sit long and hard and think about the best response to this question, and all I can come up with is, you. 

The food becomes irrelevant because the question is about the meal. Well, at my meal, regardless of the choices of plates to digest I can pick from, I know that I would want you there to talk about life. What we talk about, past, present or future will be irrelevantonly that we were able to chat is all that will matter. 

cp’14     |    cyrus pavel. 

“they say that the truth sets us free, but sometimes lies set us freer.”
— cyrus pavel

Life is but a …

I love dreaming because sometimes when I do she is there on a corner to the side where no one else can see. I can feel her staring at me as I walk through the dream world, wherever it is that my mind has taken me for the night.

The moments when I look over to catch her there because I can see her silhouette through the corner of my eyes, she vanishes. 

I love dreaming because sometimes when I do she whispers to me from behind me, and although I can’t see her it’s her voice that I could never forget. 

I love dreaming because in my dreams whenever something is sad I can feel her hand on my shoulder patting the pains away to let me know that things will always be alright. 

I wake up and remember that these are only just dreams, so when I am living outside of the dreamscape I forget that she ever existed. 

cp’14    |    Cyrus Pavel. 

Dream Star.

Why is it that you bounce between extremes when you lose something? Why is it that prior to losing it you could give a fuck about it, but once you’ve lost it then suddenly you give every fuck in the world about it? 

Does the term “lost” not mean anything to you? 

lost lôst,läst/

adjective. denoting something that has been taken away or cannot be recovered.

You lost it all on your own because you had it in the palm of your hands once, but now what? Now you want to pretend like you have always been so about it?

Thing is, you see, that if you were all about it then it would have known all on its own. It would not have to have questioned you about caring for it, or giving it love because all of those things, and more, would have been evident to even blind people.

Energy has a way of emanating around us, good or bad, and it has a way of people knowing just by how strong it emanates from you, but this wasn’t the case because your energy was simply indifferent.

It’s true that some people will never wake up, but that’s because they still have no idea that they are stuck in a dream.

The problem with most people is that they are the star in their dreams, so they may never actually really want to know that they still have not awoken. 

cp’14 | cyrus pavel. 

No time.

It’s ok, really because time isn’t real in the first place and although I know that you understand that concept, you still live within the constraints of it all, or so you say you do.

We are timeless, so time means nothing. 


Shields On.

When you allow someone to irk you, piss you off, take you out of your zone, or just annoy you, you must understand that this has less to do with the person you see as the culprit and more to do with your lack of self control over the state of your own mind. 

When someone comes into a room, forget whether you like them or not, and simply learn to let their energy not reach you. Let their energy bounce off of your own personal shield. Let the energy that does manage to touch you simply roll off of your shoulders. In fact, ignore their energy because it is only when you pay it any mind that it begins to affect you. 

Why do you pay pointless people any mind at all? Answer that question, and then realize that it is you that is being tedious. So who then really needs the attention? Is it the louder individual that seeks it all the time, or you, in that moment, for allowing it to even affect you.

Stay happy. It’s actually much easier than you think to do so. 



Cyrus Pavel. 

Aloof in NYC.

Like the title? Yea, me too. 

This post is not about what you think, so just keep reading. 

I saw a woman walking to work in the morning, gracefully and aware of everything in her path. Smoothly, she ducked into the subway, seamlessly swept her metro through the turnstile, and as she approached the closing doors of the train that had already pulled in, an overly confident girl is taking her smooth time to walk into the super packed 1 train headed downtown. The overly confident girl aloofly staggers into the car and simply stops at the doorway, blocking the woman behind her from getting in, all while staring profoundly into her iPhone. Clueless as to what had just transpired behind her, the overly confident girl continued with her day and plans of having coffee with her friend… 

Meanwhile, that graceful woman behind her was left on the train station to wait for the next train which was 6 minutes away. “6 minutes will make me late”, she thought. You see, this woman always carefully curates her timing daily. She’s calculated the exact amount of minutes that it takes her to get from her doorstep to work, granted that there are zero unforeseen miscalculations. A “miscalculation” in this case would be something like having too much class to invade another person’s personal space by pushing them in or tapping them on the shoulder; not to mention that if she had risked touching her the train doors might have snapped at her hand. 

Some bosses are like teachers, and some teachers are like corporate bosses. Some bosses are like teenagers, others are teenagers, and some are way older than there actual age, observing and comparing everything to the Golden Ages, for which to them, as you guessed it, passed long ago. This graceful woman that got stuck on 79th Street, and would already be 3 minutes late to work, has the kind of boss that hates “tardiness”. You remember? Like those teachers you had all throughout your academic career. Anyway, that was her boss: "Five Minutes!, and anything under that is acceptable, but NEVER anything more"

Out of the train down on 14th Street and up the stairs into the street, the woman rushes towards the west side. Suddenly, the foot traffic on the sidewalk is jammed. Tourists hogging up both sides of the sidewalk, taking their time, clueless to the rule of walking and keeping to your right. Again, another aloof girl into her smartphone, taking her precious time to meet a friend for brunch, and, completely oblivious that she is walking on the left side of the sidewalk towards all of the people that need to get to their jobs; some with cool bosses, others with miserable ones, but work was the destination and the aloof girl was just too involved in her own world to care for anyone else’s. 

This is what we have become. 

Friends that ask you to have dinner with them only so that they can talk to you from the side as they switch between iPhones, Blackberrys, and Droid devices. If you’re really lucky, your friend has them all plus a tablet. 

In the past, hanging out used to be about the energy that the people you are “hanging" with made you feel. It had nothing to do with anyone else’s business, but more to do with ideas, energy and dreams. 

Now, it seems like it’s all a matter of what one person can do for the other. 

I once heard that “nothing is free”. If I “fear nothing”, then am I not “free” CP’14

Cyrus Pavel

in New York.

New York is a city of hustlers. Actually, it’s a Hustler’s city, but in all actuality is it just a city full of hustlers. 

Driving up Flatbush back into the city tonight, I felt nostalgic. The last time I was driving up Flatbush and into the city from Brooklyn, I had been at a baby shower for a great friend of mine. This must have been back in the mid to late nineties. Anyway, I was driving up from that baby shower and into the city to meet a girl, and I was bumping some good ole reggae.

Tonight, as we hopped into the taxi and back into the city from Flatbush, the Uber driver was groovin’ to some good ole reggae, and as we zipped up the Ave heading back into the city, I could not stop thinking: “how beautiful has my life here always been?" because decades later, it’s still just as beautiful as before. 

Sometimes my mind goes away from NYC and recalls all of the other places in the world that I have been to, lived in, and seen with these own two eyes, but then when NYC is like this I always think that there is nothing more magical and more amazing than New York City because the truth is that there just isn’t. 

I wonder some days if I will ever stop being infatuated with her, but I just don’t see that happening ever. 


Cyrus Pavel. 


When life seems like a storm just think about all of the real ones you have been through in your lifetime, and then remember how at the end of them you got along just fine, sometimes as if nothing happened at all. 

Our ability to become as resilient as we want to be is what makes us different than all other species that have ever existed. 

Resiliency isn’t in the body or in the physical aspects of our being, but more in our minds. This is why no one could ever truly hurt us because it is “us” that allow our own minds to hurt themselves. 

Don’t follow the norm because everyone you know can tell you where those paths lead. Instead, follow the roads and paths that no one has dared to walk on because those are precisely the ones that only you can show yourself where they may end up. 


Cyrus Pavel. 


I think that letting go of something you absolutely adore because they no longer want to be held onto is different than anything I’ve ever been taught. Last night I got caught up in a moment where the fantasy of a potential future took over my now. I wasn’t stressed, but more of in a happy place; a place where the sun was shining bright, the skies were that shade of blue that I love them to be, the grass was green, her smile was perfect, and everything was peachy. I quickly then snapped back into reality to understand that these fantasies that we live in our heads only exist there, and that no one could ever see them the way we do because we just don’t have the tech to illustrate it for the world yet. 

I realized that letting go of these loves that no longer want to be held onto is more about us finding out that when you completely remove all of your energy away from someone, you leave a void in them. Later on, it is up to them to determine whether that void can be filled by another energy, or, if that void is much too strong for them to continue to live with. 

If you do not remove one’s self from that situation completely, you do not allow that person to be free of your energy, which means that you don’t let them have the space and air they need to miss you, or even know that they could. 

It’s true that if you love someone and they want to be let go of your hold, that you should do it, but when you do it please remember that you must be ready, willing and able to completely let go. That means almost annihilating their existence in your mind. Also, remember that you’re not doing this because you don’t love them, but because you love them as much as you think and say that you do. 


Cyrus Pavel. 


If you ask two people in love they will both give you very different versions of their love story. Everyone sees things differently, so vantage points are so important that way in building a sustainable love. 

I hate to use the word “sustainable” when speaking about love, but it’s really the only word that can describe the kind of love that most people out there are searching for. 

A sustainable love is a love that lasts forever. It’s the love story that has no ending because it cannot be written yet. A sustainable love is “old school” in the sense that these are the kinds of loves we grew up hearing about from our parents and grandparents. They were the kind of loves that lasted a decade or more through world wars without seeing one another, surviving only on pure love and respect for the other. The sort of love that kept itself pure for the one person it truly loved. 

If you ask two people in love why they love the other person, and how much they love them, they will both give you very different answers. If you ask two people that have loved several people before, they will tell you that after some time the faces don’t matter anymore because you can insert just about anyone into the love story, and make an entirely different new one. For me, the beauty about love is the entirely different new experiences I take with each new love. 

Don’t go to the same restaurants, don’t watch the same movies, don’t take them to places that you have already been—ever because that would be like buying a new book only to read the same thing. 

Love newly; love differently. 


Cyrus Pavel. 

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of beauty is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, but indifference between life and death.”
— Elie Wiesel