The essence of descent into life takes root in childhood. Without choice, the journey in due course will end. The caretakers of our childhood existence bestow the gift of direction upon our tomorrows.
The perception of childhood can be deceived. Livings within the shelter of acceptance in a world filled with make-believe. Youth passes, living merely in the yesterdays of our minds. Life becomes complicated and the visions of early days our minds eye suddenly becomes blind.
We must learn if what we are taught in the beginning is true. One finds after they have walked the crest of mountains and in the valleys of discontent that the years one has are few. If life is not what you wanted; it is time to follow your own path; you determine how your journey will end.
“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”
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