I know what it is I want from my life. I know how to go about achieving what I want. Even in the days when I was running around acting like a hoodlum I always took care not to go too far for fear of spending the rest of my life jail; that would have be a serious waste of life, mine.
Sometimes, when I talk to people, at work, at church, or just when I’m out and about I worry about what this world is coming to. I know that environment has a lot to do with who we are to become, I can’t help but think, though, about people who have achieved their goals in spite of where they grew up, or with whom.
Now I’m not saying that there are not some situations, from which, it is difficult to recover; what I’m saying is I’m astonished at the lack of hope that hear coming from almost everywhere. I’m still hearing things about “The end of days,” troubling. People seem to be using this as an excuse to not try to be more than what they are; for not trying to reach their full potential. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: the only way the end of days will come is if we let it come. You can put it all on God, and / or prophecy if you like, but I know that it’s up to us all. We will let ourselves destroyed, God will weep, and the universe will go on with out us. Peace and Long Life.
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