Growth and Fear

At Twenty, I knew the plan and spoke it loudly. I stood at the pulpit of the water cooler and convinced everyone I was the height of a man who has everything together.

At thirty I had a plan, not the ones from before, since those lay mostly in ruin behind me, but a new plan nonetheless. I had the new house, the new car, the new child, happy home and respect at work. Life was complete.

At Forty, I don’t know what I know. Perhaps I am gifted to understand how many ways a person can react or remain complacent and not succeed. I focus on those things I can effect and the hope of success and fear of failure drive me to desire.  If there is one thing I know, it is that I love her.

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