Own Your Place
There is a moment when you know for certain that your youth is gone.
That it’s no longer a choice to hold onto it. The respect for time and the way it wins over everything, that you have lost friends that aren’t coming back, that all your decisions matter. That they always have.
This is a different feeling than regret or settling.
It has to do with conceding that the reason you’re not who you thought you would be at this age is because no one is.
Men are poured into molds that can be ornately decorated or chipped and plain, but the size you’re given doesn’t change.
So then the only right response is to own your position, your place, and turn your life into the life of a man.
To become a man. To stop chasing things that aren’t real. To begin what can be finished. To own who you have become.
Only by doing that will you ever become anything more.
It is a coming to terms with one’s self.
It is what must be done in order to win.
