... won't get better.
There is a season when the clouds will rebel and wash away our fertile soil.
There is a time when death becomes almost a yearning, and living becomes too much to endure.
There is a time when we hide a precious happiness under the mask of fear.
We live, we endure.
We change seasons, and somehow survive.
I had a long day to reflect on my journey through life, and though still somewhat below the bar of success, I have lived an inspiring life.
Today, I realised how little things could shape an eventual perception people form of us.
Watching my boy grow is undoubtedly a morale booster. An extra energy that gives me a sense of belonging.
It's a throw back Thursday fellas, I celebrate my boy LOUIS.
I Love You Son!
