Even at 30, my sword will remain clenched in my fist, I will manage to travel with my shield and breastplate forever. I promise to be war-ready even though there seems to be Peace. I want more Kingdoms so more kings will have to fall by the edge of my sword. At 30 years old, do I have my life figured out? No! I still don’t know which way I am going, but I can finally hear my (the) way around (unlike in previous chapters). Yeah! THE WAY is just not a person, He is my friend! He says this is the path, walk therein.
From my personal experiences and general observations, men usually act below their wisdom gauge sometimes. I have found myself in some shit that I had to beat myself up like ‘Boy you sure know better than this!’. I am convinced that I am not the product of my own wisdom; the results in my life have more to do with the Nathans around me than my peanut sized brain.
“My Daddy was my hero. He was always there for me when I needed him. He listened to me and taught me so many things. But most of all he was fun.” – Bindi Irwin
Life is short, and I have got to live it well. I want to trim down enough to run through the narrow gate of destiny without breaking a sweat.
From a colourful childhood to an adventurous teenage now adulthood had dawned on me and it is high time I laid the bricks of a desirable future.
Human beings are like drugs —they are useful but very harmful after expiration date. Keeping expired folks in your life is suicidal yet very easy.