I looked in the mirror and saw something like the first picture on the left, except I wasn't wearing glasses at that point (which is why I added the second picture, plus it looks kind of artist coverish so why not indulge my fantasy world). When I looked at myself it was like, "That's a man right there." Then it hit me that I was the one who looked like a man. I'm a man. At least to the world around me. In my recent trips to restaurants, I have not been carded when I got drinks. I realized why when I looked in the mirror. I mean I still look young, but the features are defined now. Set. It's crazy.
The third picture I guess I included to signify looking out to the unknown. Now that I am finally accepting that I am a man and need to act accordingly, and more important desire to act accordingly, I'm less fearful of what's ahead. I have no idea where I'll be in four months. Absolutely none. But I know I want to be somewhere and moving forward with what I am supposed to do with my life. Whatever that is.
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