Anger can only propel a young man’s fortunes for so long..at some point, age will grab a hold of you and you will suddenly lift your eyes to see that there is no one there to welcome you into your maturity. What good is one’s life when they’re hated? What good is the testimony of many years lived from one who lived his life in anger, ignorance and strife? There is no wisdom in their grey hairs, their is no life in their words. Then realizing their lifelong folly, they attempt to change but the clock refuses to move it’s hands backwards for them..make peace with yourself and find solace in joining your fathers in the grave.
The young lions roared when they saw the retirement of their predecessor..they saw his weakness in old age and subsequent destruction but yet still chose to follow his paths in living a life that concludes in pitiful death. Why should the princes so easily fail in maintaining their strength? Live honorably, forgive yourselves and others, be discerning, faithful to justice and wisdom and to those who love you. Don’t wait to reform and end up like me..aging, with multiple wounds and regrets, mastering many things yet not realizing my potential due to my rage in past years.