Twenty-two years. It seems like only yesterday that I came to Atlanta, Ga seeking a dream and sense of self. I'll be leaving next Friday with the same mission and ambition.
My years here have seen the good, the bad and the ugly, but through it all I have perserved and survived. Just when I thought the end was near and about to give up, something happened that turned my fortunes around, made me believe in my self.
Next week I leave for a place I've never visited, albeit for a day, a region I never would have considered as a place to lay roots and westward, the farthermost I have ever lived in my life.
This move has much more question marks than answers, but I know that at this point in my life I must take this journey because for all that is unknown, much will be reveled as to why God chose me at this time and place to seek my destiny.
I will be making more money than I ever have, setting me up potentially with a nice "nest egg" down the road, but that is not important here. What it important is that I finish what I started so long ago. I have come full circle, going between heaven and hell, back and forth. I now understand why those "lost years" were so important because those were the years that got me here.
Like the story of the tortoise and the hare. The hare starts out fast and swift, winning every race while the tortoise takes it time, plodding, going at a snail's pace. However, in the end it's the tortoise that catches up with the hare and passes him, crossing the finish line first.
I am the tortoise, things for me came slow and far between as others surpassed me. Now for those same people, things are not as clear, their futures blurred. The rules have changed and those people don't know what to make of it. I however do know and have seized the moment. There is no mystery why I'm headed to Memphis next week, I belong there, plain and simple. The mystery for me is what happens after I get there.
One thing I do know, it won't be like Atlanta.
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