I can begin see the many facets of my personal design sinking themselves like dye under my skin, with every small victory taking the time to look back and admire perspective gained on the world around me.
My hands now tell a story, of labor through defeat.
Two years have been spent building a home upon quicksand, yet even now as the ground sinks beneath my feet I have the branches of nurtured friendships to keep me sane, to motivate me to build again.
I owe them everything I have.
This path I choose has many cruel twists, pitfalls, and bridges to overcome and leave as memories, but it is a bitter man’s folly to not dwell and gain knowledge from the scars on his hands, as well as the achievements of his conquest.
With every day I aspire to push harder, to grow stronger, to become one step closer and one ledge higher to self-transcendence.
And so the journey continues..
Climb on, child. Dare to evolve.
-H