Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Our generation


In the world of infinite possibilities it was as though I sprinted with blinkers.  Never cared for a good time, just a deep passion for ambitions that had over taken my world. Hustling in the fast lane, no time to breathe in the ecstasy or agony. Was I ever taught contentment, could I ever learn to be content? This was who I had grown into, this is what they created, so focused on who I had to become, I had lost sight of who I was.  

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