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.
Consciously or not, we have embarked on a search in a world that is just as lost as ourselves, seeking that which means something to us. All of our cultivated behaviours and identities indicate where we think the fruits lie. The challenge is obvious: navigating this chaotic world to get to our desired destination.