Boy Becomes Man
There's only so many times that you can look in a mirror before you realize the face you've been seeing is not the face that's being reflected.
The difference between being young and being old is whether you're looking forward or looking back.
— leftsider (@Leftsider) January 9, 2012
When I was young, I refused to believe anything was impossible; it merely needed to be understood. I have a track record of taking on things that are bigger than me (the detractor could argue this as a fancy way of saying "overreaching my capabilities"). All I ever wanted in life was for someone to show me the way.
But now I'm a man. I've a wife, a vocation; a receding hairline... I'm not the kid I used to be no matter how hard I try.
personal realization: though I may reject status and "professionality," I'm not a youth or dread anymore. I need to dress like a grown man.
— leftsider (@Leftsider) January 24, 2012
So I've been thinking about what it means to be a man. If I'm honest, it seems a lot of what it means to be a man is to be not a boy. Not inquisitive, not defiant, not hopelessly hopeful. But that's how, deep inside, I really feel. I still think nothing is impossible--only not yet understood. I still am waiting for someone to teach me, though I realize now that It's more likely that I'll be taught through my own errors than any benevolent mentor. Hardly efficient, but I guess men aren't spoon-fed, either.