Blah,blah,blah!!!!

Blah, blah,blah. Then I hung up my phone !!!!

If this picture could talk. This is what it would say.

Sometimes, you are just too damn old to complain. There where times when hope, destiny, and luck of the draw was on your

side. It was called youth. Somewhere between the ages up to 21. Those were the days when you still had time to grow taller. wiser, and bad ass. If you're reading this, and you have surpassed those years, stay strong. The future is still yours to claim.Love of a lifetime is certainly attainable. Wealth is measured by the good days, and your height can only go down from here. What is the most profound thing about growing up?For me it's the realty that complaining has really gone out of style. Changing oneself is harder to do. But, I'm still bad ass. I'm smarter than before. I learned to finally make my bed. I have discovered the key to happiness. It Resides in knowing your truth. Complaining is merely a hope or a dream that has gone unfulfilled. Keep dreaming big. Replace some of the hope with prayer, and then make it legendary. Everyday can really be a holiday if you just make a choice to celebrate your perspective. Make today memorable, and memorial like only you can. No one cares when you complain. Especially me.