A man called, Me

Once there was a man called Me, he worked tirelessly at being an underachiever. Always Afraid to die but, tired of living yet never lived a day of his life. His hair was gray and grungy his eyes faded (gradually grow faint and disappear) and such was his life. And so it had been for a good portion of his years. Then one day his ears could hear no more and the breathe of the wind he no longer felt smoothing across his skin. The heart beat that use to murmur from stress of being a being made hast to cease. What is the point of being, when you do not want to be? Intellect left him many moons before the electrical circuitry gave way in the attic which housed all the fears of yesterday and tomorrow. Ironically now there is no morrow and there is no one to sorrow.     There are no dreams dreamt in a casket so LIVE!

I wrote this not only for myself but, to help you realize you have sooo much more inside of you that the world needs to see and experience. You can inspire, create, invent, speak encouragement etc. The skills that you have to accomplish a certain task were given to you for a reason. No one ever said it would be easy but you will be glad that you stepped out of yourself to achieve greatness. 

A man Called, Joshua is a leader he is successful at everything he does.Why is he successful? because he knows that failing comes with success. It is just simply apart of the process but, when you see success even in your failures you will begin to see something that not too many people see and that is the, persistence that keeps you in the game!

Put your name in there and create who you want to be if you have not already become it. Even if you have add to the list and see how much your life changes. 

Thanks!

Danke!

Gracias!

Joshua Franklin