I remember the year I built a wall, the year I got fed up. It was a rollercoaster of a year, one that began without an inkling of all the storms that came with. A year I had enough, a year I struck back in kind, a year I lost control, a year I saw beyond the naive, a year I became a man, a year I did the petty like a child, a year I became wizened. Quite the year, of the highest of personal heights, the lowest of collective lows. A year I escalated some interpersonal conflict, and a year I pled for God's mercy, a year of chaos and stability. I built a wall to protect myself, to save myself from the syndrome of feeling used, small and embittered. A wall where I didn't always have to accommodate or play the bigger man in a game I didn't know or understand the rules. In difficult times, you're forced to shed your skin, unlock a version of you you didn't know existed. One which you play by your rules. Or maybe not yours particularly, but by the rules of an unexpected si...
The most powerful man is the single man. He's also the most vulnerable. The most conflicted man is the growing man. He also has enormous potential. There is no manual for how people evolve and how relationships change, you only know what you feel and how it affects you and your view of the object of your interest. I found myself once again in a similar position as of some years ago, a position of yearning. Yearning for something deeper, for someone closer. A bond beyond the ordinary, not necessarily with the official stamp that comes with. Just two people who enjoy each others company, unreasonably so. You find it sometimes with people, and then you find that they have it already somewhere else, unknown to you. And when it is revealed, things change. The single one adjudges the change begins with the revealer, unbeknownst to them. The revealer says the change begins with the single one. I cannot speak for the others, but myself. The truth is that the revelation does change interac...