Grateful Reflections
My mind races at times
dreaming I could sit at a piano and teach my fingers a new language,
or feel the wind on my face as I master the art of riding a motorbike.
I picture myself behind turntables,
mixing music for ten minutes straight without a single hand to guide me.
Life, to me, is about acquiring more skills, more experiences,
more ways to grow.
I sit in a room that feels like a prison,
Yet somehow it is also my furnace
a place where the fire is stoked, where my spirit is forged.
I lift my eyes, feel the cool air brush my face,
and I know that through every trial,
through every tribulation,
I have become a better version of myself.
I stand so close to changing my fate.
I will not give up, Lord.
Whatever lies along the path You set before me,
Bless me with the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
to walk it as a great man should
to take the responsibility that many never lived to carry.
I am deeply, humbly grateful
happy to still be here,
to see another day,
to be in this position…
and to keep moving forward.
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