Looking back at my teenage years and my twenties sitting on the edge of thirty-three today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Standards and seals approved inked in black and signed on dotted lines, banks paid on hold and payment plan approved.
This is what the barrel of a shotgun looks like, pull the trigger and commit life, walking away now isn't an option.
We gotta grow up at sometime, so choose life and dive deep because so far what you think is living is really wasting time on a clock, the clock you've always lived by.
Ticking down as life passes by, making excuses for why you have't left a mark, mocking the would-be-elsers, realizing you may be stuck as a loser, standard approved.
Stamped, sealed, sold, delivered and paid in full.
Do what you need, do what you want, do what you feel but do something because the time spent of inaction is just wasting whatever you have, or have left.
So walking into my thirties I kick open the double wide doors to life and take a seat at the table, choosing life isn't so bad once you have lived in inaction, once you've done your tight five, you've had your fifteen minutes, once you've burned bright, it's time to focus that light and find your spot to shine somewhere.
Stop wasting away.