martydistortion

Ten years ago today, I became 18 years old.
I'd be lying if I said it wasn't at least an interesting journey, back then I had self confidence. Anything was possible, I'd walk around this very town I find myself in now looking quite extreme and always drawing attention to my ridiculously large mow hawk which made getting into cars difficult, and my suit of armour, the trusty leather jacket that was proudly built with hands that didn't know any better. All that mattered was music, a girl, and art.

A lot has changed since then, for the past 7 years I've been almost hiding from the world. Blending in.
Sometimes I don't want to be noticed, "Just leave me alone."

And I was alone, I still am. But I also have people around me who love me and accept me for who I am.
Even if I often do not know myself.

I wonder if defining who we are is first accomplished by defining who we are not?
I am not that walking clich from 10 years ago.

But maybe it doesn't even matter?

Snap out of it Birthday boy, you've got a beautiful wife who loves you, 3 crazy animals, a house and a gift that people enjoy.

And don't forget, anything is possible.