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When Kids of Chaos Become Men of Honor
A story of mental anguish and spiritual growth
“You Wasn’t There”-Camron
If you weren’t there when I buried my first friend as a teenager, or when the tragic news of how she passed away was passed down to me, how dare you judge me. Shame on you for assuming you know the first thing about my daily struggle.
If you didn’t attend more funerals than weddings and birthday parties as a kid, please do me a favor and don’t ever in your life compare your brand of pain to mine.
Don’t wonder where the anger inside of me comes from, and not ask me about it but go speak on it to others. Cowards do that and I was raised better.
To rise above other people’s nonsense and things I’ll never be able to change about this world and all of the people, places, and things in it I disagree with or will probably never see eye to eye or get down with.
However, what so many choose to look past, is how all of the pain, ugliness, darkness, and mistakes taught me to do and be better. Chaos — both of my creation and other people's curation — taught me what a classroom never could have.
And the kicker, you ask? I’m pretty fucking well educated formally, also.
