Old Man by the Lake

As he gazes across the lake, reminiscing of days gone by, of battles won, of friendship lost, of a life fulfilled. Who is this old man by the lake? Surly, he is just another old man sitting by the lake, just one of many old men you would come across wandering into the abyss of emptiness. What are his thoughts? Every day I come and sit here, because it strengthens my soul. Every day I come to sit here, and I make it across to the other side of the lake. When you were down, when you had no hope and your existence was in question, What was your greatest motivator? The answer to this question has haunted me from birth. Throughout my existence, it has steered me to action where failure was never an option. It can set you free or keep you captive, and that option is in your hands. When I was much younger than today I was told, “Always believe in yourself, even more so when probabilities and situations are against you. Remember who you are and where you come from.” This instilled a deep belief in me that whatsoever I believe in, as long as I am prepared to work hard, my dreams may have a chance to flourish. Life makes no promise, no guaranteed tomorrow; however, I truly believe that there will be a tomorrow. I believe this with my whole being, and strive to make each day better than the last. It’s like a puzzle, you learn bit-by-bit. You learn a bit-here and a bit-there. 5 You learn one bit and put...