Fin...a mean while

So many years have gone by which have lovingly amassed what I consider life lessons; assembled on the pages of my books which have shown me that "success in and of itself is simply getting what you want when you can, and for this reason is within obtainable reach of every soul". A lesson not taught in any brick and mortar school, but extracted from our daily living, flawed as we are. In other words, "success is reaching an obtainable goal simply offered by life itself. Anywhere one finds oneself".

"The flames of desire for my life burned fiercely, and anguish subsided enough to quell any residual screaming that might linger. Then my soul took on an entirely new look, as I gathered my senses and pressed on".

"Life for some reason is not unlike a pendulum that reminds us we must always strive for caution and morality, when on our way to success. Success which can be a two edged blade".

When declaring one has "arrived" one should be sure to have first won most of life's bitter battles and grown proud to know oneself, and as proof of the accomplishment as such, if avoidable, never, ever lie to a hungry heart.

If said growth is recognized as a main source toward our development, we would not bother to watch for it in an adolescent. That single reminder alone has the potential to give us a clue as to where our attention ought to be focused.

We can only then hope that for us, with age, comes wisdom. After all, is it not on this premise yet, that life predicates?.