11 Years in the Blink of an Eye

It's been 11 years... how time flies as it passes suddenly in the blink of an eye. When I look back at who I've become, I've gotten so much done, but the battle is never won. I have quite a colorful history, but when I look at me, all too often there are those whispers of insufficiency. My peers will read this and ask "are you insane?!" - you've moved mountains, conquered hearts and transcended pain... But there's too much to do, too much to see, so much that it's too damn hard to simply be. And is there something that I have to prove? Perhaps that in the absence of my mobility, I can make this world move? Ah how life is given by the imminent past. I try to run away but it runs real fast. So I keep running and practicing and training and developing myself, so that I am not tethered to my circumstance - to be free at last, free at last, thank God almighty I'm free at last. And when they stand one day around my grave, there's a little something that I'd like them to say... not a conversation about my missed potential and regrets and where I got stuck... they're going to say that that son of a gun took that life that he got and he USED IT ALL UP! 💪🙏💗😉



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