I heard him say he messed up his life, that he was too old and didn’t live the life he intended to. He wanted so much more and now it was too late to have any of it, and it saddens me to an unexplainable point. The urge to scream my disappointment burnt my lips, but I kept silent, he was so stubborn and so convinced that he had failed that no words would ever heal the wounds he inflicted himself by believing it was too late.
It does not matter if you’re 50 or 15, the only time when it is too late is when you start thinking it is.
The only time it is too late is when you want something but not want it bad enough so you don’t get it.
The only time when it is too late is when you stop believing that you can chase your dreams.
The only time when it’s too late is when you stop working for what you love and are passionate about.
The only time it is too late is when you believe the voices in your head telling you you can’t.
The only time when it is too late is when you stop moving forward and give up.
With a little faith, much work and passion one can change his reality.
Only truth whoever wants more must know? You have to want it bad enough.
If you don’t then where will you find the energy to wake up a little earlier, go to bed a little later to change your world?
If you don’t then where will you find the passion to fuel you through longer and harder days?
If you don’t desire it bad enough then where will you find the strength to push harder to pursue your dreams and not settle for less?