I struggle every day with being a good man.
I struggle with my demons.
The fear that I won’t be able to live to to the man so many people expect me to be. Is it a mirage, is it a figment of my imagination?
I’ve spent so much of my life trying to be better than the man I see in the mirror that I wonder if it’s eating at my existence?
Am I a good man? I often want to ask people that are close to me. The people that know me intimately and personally. Have I done right by those that have loved me, depended on me? Have I done right by those that saw the best in me?
At night or in the early mornings I wonder if I’m where I’m supposed to be. I wonder if my life has been shaped by fate or by choice?