With each passing year, I gain a wrinkle in my brow
And a dimple in my cheek.
With each passing year, I gain an ounce more courage
to tread the path I seek,
To chase the dreams I dream.
With each passing year, I liberate myself
Slowly unpacking the years of guilt and self-doubt,
Releasing the shackles of tradition, the burdens of the weak.
I am no longer bound
these years have brought with them cursed age, yet
Also something so sweet,
Of all the struggle I sowed in my youth,
I Reap. @krish.fitnessreelz