Just stumbled upon this statement and after the second read it had me thinking introspectively.
So here I am at 5 in the morning dialing into those old memories of my late teens.
My teenage years can easily be compared to a classic Man Utd match.Pretty laid back and boring for the 1st 90 minutes then turning into a goal festival at the very death of things.
Nineteen to be precise.I acquired a shit load of life experiences in one crazy year.
I got my 1st job and learnt a lot about people and responsibility which I then threw out the window the moment I stepped into university.19 was like a crucible.It burnt but then I emerged a man.I guess u gotta take the good with the bad.
I remember when I left for university in Bulawayo my Mom actually packed my bags.I was so spoilt & sheltered that I had little influence on things like that including the actual process of applying for a university place.What can I say, I was an ignorant fool.
Buluwayo was the beginning of a crazy journey.In that year I found my indepenence..discovered alcohol. Partied a lot.Went on dates with what was at that time, the prettiest chick I had ever laid my eyes on.
I wasn't out of control or anything but I was an observer as well as a participant in this.
My style evolved and I settled on my own dress code.The foundation for who I am and what I value was laid there.
I made a lot of mistakes which I have duly learnt from.I made friends with people I realize were not really important.Got heart broken and learnt a lot from that.
However it also proved to be a tragic year as its the year that I lost my Mother.I can never fully understand how so much good and bad things happened in a single year.
Overnight I was thrust from being a raving adolescent to a grown up.It was painful and difficult because nothing in your past can ever prepare you for the loss of a parent.
I lost all my ability to function.I lost my bearings, and nothing made sense.Just writing this sinks my heart to its very depths and it's forbidden territory that I seldom tread.
That year alone shaped who I am today.In retrospect I can only conclude it was God's perfect plan, for I couldn't be the Man I am without having come the way I came.
Experience is the only thing that can be appreciated in Hindsight and like a good wine I've gotten wiser and more refined with time.
I guess in the path of every great man there has to be tragedy, mistakes and a lot of thrill to invoke greatness.
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