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.
| 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
Advancing God's Kingdom