A man twice my age once told me that once you hit a certain age, energy inevitably runs out. Reality snaps at you, and there goes the drive, motivation and physical capacities you once had. When that time comes, all you have got to sustain your life and keep it going the way you want … Continue reading Build momentum (or lose definition of yourself)
There is something sacred and divine about the journey of growing up into adulthood. Here and there, there are striking incidences, trials and hardship, along with tangibly felt moments that provoke and inspire. Every now and then, the individual - whether a young teen or an older man - experiences subtle yet authoritative messages that are deeply personal. This is intimately tied to the question we all inevitably ask growing up: What makes us a man or a woman?
Buried deep, darkness is rendered voiceless as we seek to portray our most desirable face. Poverty exists alongside wealth, but they are contradictorily worlds apart, seemingly distinct entities. The world is as fragmented as our individual selves. Forging a relationship with the suppressed dark which lingers, is a process more associated with purpose than we think. Purpose, something that carries intent and direction for a meaningful existence.