Twenty five.
That's around eighty percent of my life reading, writing and learning. Crafting words and stringing them together and tearing them apart.
Mountains I've climbed, and towering cliffs that crushed me.
So much life experiences but of what use if it does not make me a better man?
I have traveled but for a while on this long and weary path. At times dusty, at times smooth. At times in a herd, at times with my shadow.
But not for long. Now, I have another beside me. If one day I were to wake up and find all these a dream, a figment of my imagination, I would lose my sanity.
So much to look forward to. Friendship courtship hatred love. A family to build, and lives to inspire. Days to be brightened, and candles to ignite on fire.
The past I will never leave behind. Rather, it serves as a reminder of who I was, what I did and How I became what I am now.
To live each day to the fullest, with no regrets, and revel in the passion of the color of life.
