Admitting that I am a child is not easy. No, acknowledging that you are immature, foolish, and down right stupid is hard. But that is what I am doing. I am a 28 year old adolescent that longs for the day he grows into manhood. More than anything else, I dream of the day when I look at myself in the mirror and know that I am a man.
But to become a man, I need to know what a man is.
Where are the men?!
wounded warrior
A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.
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