The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.No one is really old to live their own life. No one is never too old to dream a new dream. It took me all those years before I finally realize that I can do what I want to do. I can be what I want to be. I am accountable for my own happiness and my life is a personal matter between me and my God. I am no longer a slave of my insecurities (well, sometimes I can be). I am no longer afraid to speak my mind. All these and more. These are the gift of my age. The product of the years gone by. Sure, I'm 31! So what?!
I am ready to embrace my future. I have my son. I have my dreams. I have my friends. I have my family. I have my life. I have all the things I needed. All that's left is to have the right state of mind. And my story couldn't be more perfect! :D
HBD Joyce!
ReplyDeletethank u carla! i learned so much from u. :)
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