Some say that the kind of man you are at 25 tells you what you will be like for the rest of your life. Now at 30, I know that it’s far from the truth.
Looking back a decade I see that I accomplished some of what I planned to do and some things I never really got around to. I got an education, I got a career, an apartment and nice things to go with it. But none of that really matters. It just boils down to this:
I truly loved nine people, I hurt two of them and lost one. Not a day goes by without me thinking about it.
The only truth is this: Did I give more than I received and was I better today than yesterday?
I wish I’d known that ten years ago.