Over the past several years I’ve been haunted by an internal struggle. Answering the difficult questions of who I am, what I want and what it will take to get it has become an arduous mountain to climb. Rather than sit and wait for life to give you what you deserve (it won’t), you must stand up and take it. Uncompromisingly. Constantly. Brutally. This breaks my heart.
And so I have become my own idol. Envious of no man, indebted to none. I live the life I’ve dreamed of since I was young; one free of compromise. And I fight the hollow feeling that accompanies it. Life is never enough. It never has been.