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Who knew the salty tears from joys and worries throughout the years
contained the perfect moisture content needed to produce a bountiful harvest such as yourself? Who could've known
those times when having to call you by your complete name out of frustration was the fertilizer needed to help
you blossom above your peers?
But here you stand. a specimen of grandeur and amazement. You have
spread broad your branches and have prepared them for producing the bountiful fruits of your future labors. Over
the years, you have handled yourself well and have proven to be worthy of carrying the family's torch to the next
generation.
Be vigilant and very courageous; for many have crossed this passage
of life, but yours is no ordinary feat. You have been chosen to excel in life, for the mark of greatness is upon
you. Wear your mantle in honor. As the sun sets on this phase of your life, a
new rise lights the horizon to your next course.
Bask in your achievement, yet slack not the reigns. Volley on to
new heights and achieve your dreams. Your success is assured; for it was
forged out of steadfast determination and cannot be revoked. Fair warning to all who dare think to hinder your
progress.
The world has been made ready for your arrival. Take your rightful
seat on the throne of power. you wield in your hands the ability to forge
your life into any aspiration of your choosing. Boldly imagine! Be a shining example to all who gaze upon your
glorious prospering.
Go forth conquering. Live well. ©2006 Tim Taylor
As I ponder this momentous achievement on your part, your life
passed before my eyes. I could see you as an infant. Loved and held safely in your mother's embrace. Though you
welcomed that peaceful, secure place, your little eyes looked out with the intent as if they pierced the fabric of
time and beheld your future purpose in life. I envisioned you as a child just learning to walk; determined to get
to any sure foundation, not to stay there for any length of time, but only using it as an object of stability as
you looked beyond to a greater destination.
As I continued to muse, I envisioned you at play. While others
sought out the audience of lively companions to help expel penned up energy, and ward off boredom; your actions
were deliberate. It was apparent that even at that young stage, you were committed to living life to the fullest.
As I fast forward again, I see that same focus at this stage of your life. As usual, while others fix their gaze on
the podium, as you grace the stage with your presence, you look ahead with that familiar stare of
preoccupation.
Your history forces me to bow to your
insight and now I, too, side with you in reckless abandonment in anticipation
of what lies ahead. I compel you to give yourself wholly to success. For since your creation, you have gravitated
towards it and it has been graciously waiting in the wings for the imminent collision. Live well...Go and create
your world. ©2007 Tim Taylor
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