There are so many, I know not where to start.

As I sit quietly and reflect,

My wondering thoughts and memories to collect,

Memories stir in my consciousness which awaken my heart.

Foolish words and deeds,

Poor choices made in youth without reason,

Like layers of paint on the wall

Add up, season after season.

Young and crazy, detached and aloof,

Speaking lies, innuendo, trash without proof.

Age brings wisdom.

Reflection brings enlightenment.

Rake not among old bones, searching for the truth.

If you receive a blessing, give thanks with your mouth.

It matters not where you are from…north, east, west, or south.

Blessings are not always recognized as such in the beginning.

Smile, and never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Sometimes, we do the right things for the wrong reason.

Sometimes, we do the wrong things for the wrong reason.

Try to do the right things for the right reason.

The end result will be so much more satisfying and pleasing.

Mistakes are the building blocks of experience it seems.

When we try to achieve a thing, sometimes we make mistakes.

Learning from our errors enables us to overcome,

Allowing us to move forward, fulfilling our hopes and dreams.

When done right, we live to age and grow old.

Aging is not for the faint of heart, at least so I’m told.

A heavy conscience of wrong choices builds memories to prick the soul.

Good memories and experiences are more precious than finest gold.

Slow Progress – Trying