At 6 I kissed a girl for the first time, we giggled, but
riding bikes were more fun.
By 11 manhood rose to the occasion, I experimented on how
many bath towels I could hang from my boat hook, amazing !
When I was 15, Virginity was not her name, but I came and
she went, quite an interesting but messy experience.
Teenage years were mixed emotions, some boys tried to show
me the other side of the fence, but I realised that I didn't want to be a
woman.
My twenties were a shattering blow, dumped and left in a
heap for no rhyme or reason, my woman had seen another brighter life on the
other side of the world.
Thirties were times of dreams and goals, and women never
seemed to fit in at the right time or place because the ocean had captured my
heart.
Forties were fun, success and adventure opened doors and
draws, my mind and romance were at a better and healthier balance.
Furious fifties bring winds of change, where will these blow
me, no one knows, the balance of genuine people, sincerity in experiences and a
passion to add value to life rules.
Our lives are short, we are reminded more often now of the
fragility as friends and loved ones pass and fall off the perch, but life is
very new and the days to learn are still as real as ever if we keep our minds
fresh and alive.
Our bodies show us the natural cycles that we were designed
for, our mind controls our actions, but also limits our capabilities, society
screws around with both, and imbeds false and manipulated messages as it seeks
to control and govern us "larger ants of the world"
Stephen
