Posted by Anonymous on 2015/05/06 under Uncategorized Is this what it is to be a man? Not just any man, but the man that I am, and am I going to be more? This text has been haunting my mind the last few days, not words on a page but an unwritten script inside my mind. What I am now, is that who I meant to be when I was younger? Am I on the right path to be what I want to be in the future? The question of who I want to be I think is ever evolving, just as my recognition of life in my youth was never fully realized, even to this day. The person I am now, is this who I am, or am I just drifting to something greater, more mature, or even scarier something worse than I already am? Am I a good man? In my own thoughts and mind I am, but does the outside perception think of me as that? I suppose the true question that lingers on everyones mind one way or another is am I happy. In this moment. In this life. In this reality I have structured together with my thoughts as a team of architects builds the Eiffel Tower. The things I have left behind, the things I have picked up along the way, all the thoughts, strifes, anguishes, and joys that have been brought to me by others and that I have created on my own. Do they make me a man? Am I on a path to being a better man, or just a drifter carrying out my weight through time?