I mean, holy shit.
What a decade’nt time it’s been since then
when I went through a storm inside that made Hurricane Sandy look like a singular drop of rain.
My mains get it, simple and plain, I was a young man with all the dreams in the world, but no plan,
As I traversed NYC with my trusty North Face book bag and American Spirits in hand,
I just wanted to live, so that’s what I did.
Dozens of dreams realized and ten years later
I have the prizes and scars to look back on -sometimes they’re one in the same – because what’s a scar, but just a healed wound?
Older, wiser, so much to be grateful for.
Nothing is better than hitting the ground so hard that you bounce all the way back up through the stratosphere, breaking beyond the perceived borders of what you’re capable of. – RSM
