That part of my life is over. I will set it aside as something I have finished. Complete or no, it is done with me. I guess I really don't get to decide what my life is supposed to be. It's time to be a man. Or at least a far better version of one I was before. I must calmly and without pretense admit where I am now, and go from there. Even if it's rubble and disappointment. I have to accept the life I have been given. That way I might just survive it. If I keep holding back from it, insisting this is not my path, not where I am meant to be, life will pass me by. I may not die from such foolishness, but I might as well be dead for all the good my life will do me or the ones I love.
