Time has a way of sneaking past us behind our eyes. It's a cruel reminder that we ain't gonna live forever despite our desperate attemps at longevity. I, however, has watched it with eyes wide open. I've seen it. To some, it's the vulture that stalks those that have expired yet keep on going. Others, it's the blood and sperm of new life.
Here I am, halfway through 2015, and I'm typing a post that needed to be typed. And unfortunately, it's nearly six months that my anxiety, depression, and worthlessness has thieved from me. What the hell was happening in that small fragment of mere existance? I'll tell you.
Life was happening. Death was happening. Just like it always has been, and just as it always will be.
I, however, can't show for any of that lost time. What does it mean to be a man? What are ''manly'' qualities? Who am I, and what the hell am I doing? Where am I going? What is life like beyond the glass cage ? How do I identify myself? A man, or a human being?