Today is a new day. I don't necessarily feel new. My body has aged. Wrinkles tell their own story of life. Dying my hair and going to the bathroom at 3:00 am are competing for a medal. The gift of aging seems to be lacking.
Today is a new day. I don't necessarily feel new. My body has aged. Wrinkles tell their own story of life. Dying my hair and going to the bathroom at 3:00 am are competing for a medal. The gift of aging seems to be lacking.
Reflections from the Threshold of Reason and Feeling
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Code with Smooth Strokes
Retro Gaming, Positive Fatherhood, Proudly South African
Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story
My experiences in regards to travel and everything in between.
Humanity is excitedly reaching out 🌍 to embrace new times! 🎉
| Just Me Traversing Through the Wilderness of an Everyday Mess and Finding Beauty From Ashes and a Little Grace Along the Way |
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos