I was 17 when I graduated from High school a year early, and had a 5 bedroom house among two roommates. With two jobs leeching 60 hours a week, it began to daunt me. There was something about life that I had yet to figure out as being "young", as most of my buddies received gifts in the form of "Tour De Europe". I made the money, had the home and friends, but more seemed there yet to be gained. In chance the right folk crossed my way and I pursued adventure in the free. I went
A few days ago, I woke up to my fiance giving me the kiss good bye. She was off to work, and me, my first day off in a while. I putzed around the house until I settled on some work in my office here at home. I felt a sudden sense of nausea as I typed away, and found myself in the bathroom shortly after hovered over my sink, heaving blood. I've tasted blood from a split lip or a loose tooth as a child, but I was literally engulfed my own rusty taste of hemoglobin. Being overwhelmed, I grabbed my
Personal sacrifice will always double-take any outcome in foresight of the beforementioned future, which is why many efforts fail in the minds of the cautious. The leap of faith was something I was used to when I was young, but as I grow the things I've worked for seem to superceed the pot of gold that I've been digging ...towards. Independence is quite a scary thing, and it's something we all must earn to truly accomplish our goals.
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