Where were you when men were paying the price?
Would you want your generations to ask you questions you wouldn’t have answers to? Would you love to seat on that old wooden chair to tell your children stories that touch?
“The ‘Future Mr. President’ was my class mate in secondary school and the ‘Future Miss World’ was my seatmate”
Dad! What went wrong?”
I guess you just said a ‘NO.’
Perhaps, a second life exists, I don’t know yet. But this present one you have, you’ve got to spend it wisely.
You only live once.
Have you ever imagined a lifetime of regrets and anguish? Come on, that’s too expensive.
When you feel the urge to procrastinate, always remember this question;
“Where were you when men were paying the price?”
It’s not a question you can answer.
Let the dark hair labour now while the grey reaps the positive fruits later.
Remember, hard work beats talent if talent doesn’t work hard.