There was a time when life seemed so easy. I knew exactly what I wanted to do in life. There was no need for a plan B because plan A was the mission and I wasn’t going to stop until I reached the finish line. I remember saying that when I die, people would look back at my life and say “wow, that man lived.”
I’ve done a lot and seen a lot in my lifetime. Compared to a lot of people I know and grew up with, I’ve lived the dream already but for some reason I want to do more. I’ve traveled to Europe, Africa, South America, and even Asia. I’ve sipped from the Nile River and danced with the Skhothane in South Africa. I’ve played soccer in England and studied in a cram school in Japan. Life has been good to me and I am thankful for all of my opportunities.
Now it’s time to calculate the next chapters of my life. I hope I haven’t already written the climax to my perpetual story. I hope that I’m still working towards living out a climatic adventure because I want to be able to do a lot of great things with my daughter. I want to be able to show her the world and what it has to offer. I want her to be able to bathe in the waters of Sun City, South Africa or lay on a beach in Greece.
The ironic thing is that plan A didn’t include anyone but me. Now I’m on to plan B and lets just say the objective is clear but the road to the finish line isn’t quite visible. Forty-Three chapters in this book are complete and as I continue to write each chapter I hope the story continues to get better and better.