As I woke up this morning out of bed, I couldn’t help but sigh at my current life predicament.
I feel like life is passing me by, and after all these years of struggling and toiling, I’ve nothing to show for.
At 33, going on 34, I’ve not had achieved many of the goals I’ve set myself for.
I yearn to represent my nation at least once, but I wasn’t good enough.
I was supposed to have a successful online business up and running by 28 years old. That failed.
I was to have my first kid when I was thirty. That didn’t happen.
One of the final milestone that I was to achieve was having my own place by 35. Well I’ve another year plus left to achieve it. This is still on-track, unless of course something major derailed it.
It’s not that I didn’t try.
People closest to me knows how dedicated and intense I can be if I put my mind to a certain goal.
It’s just that things just didn’t turn out they way they’re supposed to.
Shit happens.
What do you do when you’re down in the dumps, and loser written all over your forehead.
Should I just give up, and work for other people for the rest of my life.
These days I’m giving myself some time to consider my options.
Of course I would like to get back on that horse, and ride happily in the sunset, but to restart my business, you need capital.
To start a family, I would need a companion to begin with, and for me to wear the red white crescent and stars, it could never be athletics ever but a new sport as I’m beyond the physical peak and age for sprinting.
I would like to leave a legacy behind, and currently the only thing people will ever remember me by is that someone they once vaguely knew who amounted to nothing.
I’m at a crossroad of my life now, and I’ve to decide.
