55 y/o malcontent, something of a writer

I’m 35 today. Old, gray, and gay.

I’m a far cry from what I had expected to be at 15, 20 or 25… I’m alive.

I keep thinking back to when I was a teen; the music, the trouble the lies.

Looking back at all I have seen, all I have done that have changed my very life.

Now it is not a destination, but a journey of a spiritual life.

A journey of prayer, love and hope. A destination found in His direction and might.

All that has changed, all that remains the same, all that is new exciting and bright.

If I could wish a gift for you, for all, this day I wish for an adventure as grand as my life.

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