It sounds strange.
When I was young, I never thought that I would see the age of 35, and have nothing to show for it. But here I am.
I have no wife or kids. No friends. No house. No dignity, or pride or self-respect. No career. No happiness or joy. I have nothing I care about that I can pass on and say to the world “I wuz here.”
Yet, in a way, where better to start again than at the bottom?
If dying right now meant that I died like THIS…with nothing to call my own and be proud of…what choice have I got but to keep going?
Sometimes, life is simplier when you have nothing. When you start at the bottom, the only way you can go is up.