It is a big world but its just getting bigger. Dreams come and eradicate themselves faster than a cockerel on a running spree. I had dreams of being a doctor, engineer, pilot, lawyer and a businessman all at the same time as if it was as easy as eating a sandwich.
Little did I know that my tabular rasa was just the tip of the iceberg that lurked ahead of me. The roads seemed misty and fogged up but I could still hear the tick tock enumerating from this tyrant known as time.
Indeed time and tide waits for no man I guess that’s why the world is referred to some as No- man’s land.
While growing up I eventually centralized my thinking and focused on one career goal.to be a dreamer. Yes indeed. My work would be just tabulating and simulating possible job outcomes.
Crazy you might say. But it’s a crazy world out there , why not be the craziest of them all. Since everything about life was vague I took into consideration being a parent.
Imagine a 10 year old a father. The gods must be crazy I tell you. At 10 years old I had 4 kids to look after. Meeny, miney,moana and mooh.
They were my aunt's quadruplets left under the “ tender” yet incoherent hands of a miniature father figure. That was me. We sang songs.. rockaby baby don’t you cry, roll your boat gently down the stream… merrily merrily merrily.. life is but a dream
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