As I splash water on my face and look in the mirror, I realize I have never been the man anyone wanted me to be. Not exactly, and not entirely. As far as expectations go, any expectations people had of me, or that I had for myself, always felt like boxes. Boxes that don’t exactlyContinue reading “The Man in the mirror (in the agony of becoming)”
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