Numerous plans need to be materialized.
Need to be strong.
I have to keep my promise to my wife and kid that I will be a good father.
Looking back to the past...
The drops of wisdom is here again...crawling in my mind.
Yet, some form of immeasurable discomfort engulfs me...
I am in he stage of climbing up, watching every step along the way.
My wife's voice is echoing along the way...I have my voice too--she's got her own.
Together we orchestrate...together we sway in the music called life.
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