Another Day

There comes a time in a man's life when he wish he had made things perfect and easy. But I'm not perfect nor have I made things easy for me and those people around me, though I never stop trying. In a couple of weeks I would be turning 34, old enough to say I've been around but too young to absorb the wisdom that comes with age. We have this common belief that as we grow older life becomes familar because we think we can anticipate what's going to happen believing we have the tools to deal with life. We have this belief that we can have everything but we learn early that we cannot always get what we want and that we may solve every problem but we will never get ahead. We may think that because our life becomes a routine where we do the same things over and over again that every day is the same. But it's not, it's a different day, it's a different world. It's the same sun but it's a different sunrise. Your face and body are never the same. The people you love are never the same. Your emotions are never the same. So never ignore those feelings, those events and the people in your life that provides meaning to who you are. So life isn't perfect and I will never be one. And only the day we become is the day we should demand for others to be the same. So I guess we are safe.

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