impinged

I went to my aunt’s this weekend. I came here looking for something - not sure what it was or what I would find. In some ways I was scared. I knew there was something upstairs, trying to get out, but I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was that I wouldn’t find it at home, that this is one of the only places in the world where life makes sense, and that I had to come here to find it.

And there it was, alone in the pouring rain, it was me. I found me. I found out who I am… my name.

Like all men, I’m still a boy in what I want in life. I want adventure, a battle to fight, danger, and a damsel to save. But where do I find these things? My adventure is life. The danger is change. The battle is fear. My strength is faith that there is purpose for my life. And the damsel? She’s still in the castle with the dragon outside. This is my life and I choose to live it, not merely exist.

This brings me to who I am and what I came here for. It isn’t just who I am, it is who I believe I am. This may seem redundant but there is often a difference there. I am a warrior. I am strong. I am strong physically, mentally, and spiritually. I am strong physically because I exercise every day. I am strong mentally because I was weak. I am strong spiritually because I’ve been broken.