As the Clock turns to another year, memories, resolutions and plans gush through... Like a gift to my thoughts the good memories are packed in my head, giving me a day at a time.. I keep asking myself, just incase I leave, what would my footprints portray, I pat my self on the back and thank God atleast I lived, I loved and like Beyonce would say, "I was here".
Before I die I shall make sure I lived. Neither will I allow a heartbreak nor a turmoil kill me inside. As I grow older in the outside, I want to be younger on the inside. I shall live for the moment. I shall not regret a speck of my time, for that was my destiny.
I may not be the likes of Ghandi, nor am I any closer to Mother Teresa, but somewhere, somehow, sometime, I know I touched a life I know I mattered and I know I was loved.
A long mediation of my past endevours doesn't but make me want to change nothing. If anything, I want to re-live it. Dwelling on regrets of my past fortifies the dark cloud of fear covering my sunny future.
I want to forget all the wrongs I've done and like a new born, start my journey again.
Happy New Year to all my readers!
