Because dad died

Dad died. I was only 20 then.

Mind blown. Life fell apart.

Enrolled in college a month later and nearly flunked out cause I didn’t give a fuck. I went for lectures and thought, “How does this shit matter?”

Hated almost everything then, things like how my mom had to sleep alone for the rest of her life.

Done with toxic friends. Life is truly too short to make room for toxic people who just don’t give a fuck about you.

Graduated. Worked like two jobs. Quit. Do my own blog and write full time.

Been doing it since.

Still do what I love, but still struggle.

Still single, but party a lot and get smashed.

Still mostly the deviant one as you see your friends get married and buy houses and shit.

Still a Bboy. I practice a few times a week.

Just got a dog this year for the first time in my life I am a pet owner. Amazing feeling though perhaps I am late to the scene.

A little tired sometimes.

But it’s okay. I know what I do is meaningful. Good friends are around. Readers of the blog write in to thank me for my shit.

It’s tough sometimes. I feel lonely at times.

But it’s fine.

I can take my time I guess.

I just keep on keeping on to be happy.

Because dad died.

Thanks for reading.

I hope this inspired you all. I didn’t want to make it a typical blog article on life lessons.

Keep on keeping on yourself okay?