In my youth I read somewhere that "Life is difficult".No shit? You don't say?
Sometime in my 20's my late daddy once told me "You will never have what your rich friends may have. But compared to many, you have much more." Back then I thought he was just trying to make me feel good about myself because he was not able to provide for us as much as we needed or wanted compared to his siblings. In short, I thought it was just an excuse. Bullshit.
As the years passed, what he said stuck. As the years passed, I saw the reality. What my dad said was truth. Now at 45, I can't seem to bring myself to ask for more.
Despite all the bad things that come my way I managed to endure so far. Betrayals. Mistakes. Rejection. Failure. Screw ups. Countless times.
I have failed so many times. There is no excuse for my "lackluster" performance compared to most of my relatives and friends.
Despite my failure. I am still fortunate that I have:
- a roof over my head
- food on my table
- decent advanced education
- decent and stress free jobs
- alternative means of income
- countless opportunities
- freedom, being single
- a great bunch of tried and true friends
You can look up global statistics and see that I am counted as rich. Statistically, at least.
A Rolls Royce is grand to many but a dinner buffet is grander to a poor and hungry person.
My daddy was right. I got all I need, not all that I want. No flashy cars, hot big tit women, mansions or clothes.
Life is simple for me. I wake up. Give thanks. Do something, anything just to be productive be it work stuff or getting laundry done or writing blogs such as this on a hot and soon to be rainy Sunday). I hang out with friends usually over coffee and laughs. Simple.
Where does the road of life lead?
In 45 years I can compare my life to a road - bumpy, full of detours, smooth, curvy, with sharp turns, slippery, tight, wide, steep, full of road raging psychos or stupid drivers, free and clear, open, endless. And it is difficult, even with maps or GPS you can still get lost. Maybe you just get lost being a fool.Often in my quiet times, I ask myself, what is this all for?
After each wake up, the end of the road nears. I only pray that I learn why I was on this road before I get to the end so I can do what I was put on the road for,
Yes, Life is damn difficult. Hell yeah. No damn choice but to "follow your road"......
