It’s Earl Nightingale on the airwaves and his talks of strange secrets.
As I listen, my mind wonder off.
It’s been three years now since I left home for greener pastures. The pasture here is no greener than that of home. Damn! And I haven’t saved. Only once have I sent money home. Shame on me as I look back and realize I’ve wasted so much money on girls. The aim wasn’t pleasure but finding a good wife. Unfortunately they’ve all been the same. Same golddigger just switching faces and names and keeps coming to my open arms.
Now I am highly indebted, thanks to my naïvity. It’s time to wake up, and live.
Raising money to pay off my debts will be hard. But I must push harder. I wish I could crawl into a hole and hide. Guilt. Shame. I must be courageous. I must accept I’ve failed. I’ve lost. But I can win if I rise and face my problems squarely. I might collapse if I attempt solving all my challenges in a day. I shall tackle them one at a time and with God’s grace, I shall rise again.
I may be beginning all over again, but certainly with wisdom this time round.
It’s Earl Nightingale on the airwaves with his talks of strange secrets. As I listen, I see why his generation could boast of braver men than mine.
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