Chickenfoot road
I woke up this morning with this wonderfully, humbling thought. I’m 32 years old and when I look back on my life, I see a road well traveled and a broken line. Each individual line an amazing adventure or moment I can look back on, but never relive. I see a few pot holes that sank my spirit through my journey and I see how fortunate I’ve been to have had a lot of smooth ground to travel.
I look forward and this is kinda what I see. A beautiful road before me, full of opportunites. I see new memories coming, new goals to acheive, new challenges to gain wisdom from and a bend in the road that has me more curious than ever about the life I live, life in general and where the this journey will begin a new.
