I have always loved writing...just about anything.As a child,I remember drawing and forging stories of the characters that I drew.I made a little book for my stories and I carried it anywhere.My dad was so impressed with it and he encouraged me.He sang my praises daily but it wasn't long and I lost dad.I don't think I lost the passion to write too because I continued writing,I missed the cheering on,the praises I got from my father.It's more like knowing your effort may never be appreciated again since the only one who seemed to appreciate it was no more.
Parents must do a great work of watching their children closely and understanding their strength.This is often said by almost every adult I know,yet,some children become adults feeling frustrated that they missed out on discovering their full potential.I particularly think that beyond parents doing what they have to do,individuals should take responsibility for their lives.You are as old as you believe.It is never too late to be what you want to be,all you need most times is the willingness to do something.
The excuses,the years,the too many reasons and situations that have presented themselves to you with hard core evidence of why you must not progress are part of life realities.I remember my drawings and the stories I wrote about them.Each picture obeyed my little imagination,they acted exactly the part I gave them.It dawned on me once too,that I have the power to create my reality in life.There is no age limit to my progress in life...
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