I come from a home of slammed doors, clenched jaws, tight fists, and bated breath. I have spent a near 23 years waiting for the muted rage that runs through all of our veins to settle and yet, here we are, still slamming knuckles against the wall.
Call it a rant, or my passion for independence, either way, I'm pretty sure I'm onto something here.
Life becomes worth living only when you are willing to liberate yourself from the chains of your own heart and mind.
You will never have to be 'man enough' for anybody.
A letter to my future daughter: you are already enough.