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I Pray That The Ones Who Helped Me Succeed, Get To See It Before They Go
The silent ticking of a life clock. The transition from the innocence of youth to the wisdom in knowing that you will not have those who made you will be around forever.
I am not naive anymore to the fact that my loved ones who came before me will likely go before me. But what scares me the most is that they don’t get the chance to see the man who they believe I will become come to fruition in their lifetime.
I know how overly morbid this may sound. A 23 year old guy opining on the death of his family members or the thought that all he believes will make him successful are externally praised metrics like money and fame.
I am not going to lie and say that those metrics aren’t key drivers in my life. I would not attempt to deceive you by trying to pul a vail of falsehood over your eyes.
But they are not my only drivers.
I am going to say this though.
The way people think upon me in their final thoughts means more to me than what I think I can puts into words alone.
My capacity to articulate that sensation. That moment when the time comes they think of me with a sense of comfort, wonderment and…
