seven years later.

“If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.” Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Losing these people was like losing the mast to my sails while out in the middle of a stormy sea. The wind blows and I am never sure where I will end up – floating an bobbing my way through the waves, trying to stay afloat. Trying to survive.

Most days, I am fine. But the direction, grounding, and anchoring a strong force like parents can give you makes you feel oddly secure, despite your current survival.

The best thing my parents did for me – however intentional or not – was to leave the oars in my boat and a few tips on general direction of a final destination. The rest is up to me…Blood. Sweat. Tears. And a general will to survive.

Basic success in life comes from within. Surviving these storms life tosses us basically our own responsibility.

Sink or swim. It’s up to me now. Even seven years later.

 

 

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