2018. What a Loser I’ve Been

Time moves fast when we are busy having fun.

I can’t believe my last post was in April 2016. In fact, I remembered this blog when I got a notification that my domain name is expiring in 21 days. I’ve been pondering whether I should let the domain name expire or if I should keep it and try a second round of blogging and perhaps get my million dollars once and for all.

I would want to scream that “I’ve decided!” but that would be a false report. In fact, I’m writing this post when I’m a little bit tipsy on Strawberry Vodka. Anyone of you ever gets the inspiration to write when you are high? I know you can relate.

Back to the post at hand.

My life has been a rollercoaster, ups and downs, of a young man trying to make money. I have to admit I’m not feeling young anymore. I’ll be 32 this year and I really can’t say I have achieved anything significant.

I have a young family; my first born turned 2 two days ago and I’ll be welcoming the second born in the family on 27th May. So, blessings I’ve had.

But in terms of success, or at least how I view it, there is really nothing much to show. I mean, when I was a kid, I thought I’ll be balling by my 27th year. Fast cars, nice clothes and nice women. Hitting up casinos every night, parties till the dawn, signing checks on the hallways, etc.

But the reality of life dawned on me. And it hit me hard I can taste the blood in my spit.

My God, Where Was I Hiding?

Slowly but surely, I’ve seen my dreams slowly fading to just that; dreams.

When I was young, I was ambitious. I wanted to accomplish so much. Here is a glimpse of how I envisioned my life:

i) Be the Pope. The first black Pope.

ii) Be a pilot.

iii) Be a school headmaster

Honestly, these were my three career aspirations. When I matured a little bit, I wanted to be a pilot. I even took Aviation course in high school. Woe unto me. Nowadays, I see some of my classmates that took Aviation course with me flying in Florida. They living my life.

And what did life deal me? An online writer.

Pathetic. A $3 per 500 words online writer from a 3rd world country.

I’m at a point in my life where I don’t

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