It’s not a secret I deny or hide from anymore. At this point I sound like a broken clock to myself. I want the world, I want everything life has to offer, all the positive experiences. To leave an indelible mark on this earth, that a man like the me I envision lived, even though I know it might be fleeting. I desire conquest, mastery of the journey of life itself.
But I doubt.
Will I ever be who I desire? A man beyond definition and labels?
When? How long till I attain a level I don’t classify as scraping the bottom of the barrel?
Or is it just impossible because I might spread myself too thin?
At the same time, there’s a growing certainty ”I will get what I want, I always have and always will”
I hear myself saying it like there’s absolutely no other way to live, and anybody else that believes otherwise has decided their reality, not mine.
As I write, it’s kind of interesting that two things running through my mind are almost opposites. Perhaps, a symptom of transition and not opposites. One gaining dominance and the other recessing, struggling to remain relevant.
For now, the only thing I can do is keep walking the path I’m already on.