Welcome To Me...

"I knew a man who got lost in the big dark blue...and came out alive..."

You come here for honesty right?  Well let me give you some.  I know many find it honorable when someone self-deprecates and reveals faults but when do you ever acknowledge your strengths?  When can you claim all the good that everyone sees in you without allowing it to go to your head?  Say thank you and move on knowing these things to be true all the while accepting the fact that there will always be room to grow into "better".  That's what will always separate the men from the boys....the women from the girls...the ordinary from the extra-ordinary.  The idea that you never have to settle for the little your environment provided.  That you can create something great within the construct given to you at birth.  Eventually cracking the mold created for you.  Watching your new branches expand outward from the cracks in the pot you were planted in...becoming something new altogether.  Something unrecognizable to friends and family that can take it as something good or bad.  Something that should never be a factor in anything you decide to do for your growth.  In time, they will see and come to appreciate all you've become...or not.

So who am I?  I have been a student, a disciple, a preacher, a teacher, a scholar and a husband.  I am a father, a friend, a lover and a counselor.  A nerd that can fix almost technical problem.  A sailor that has seen enough of the world to understand that true diversity is not an American concept.  A soul that knows there are no limits to spiritual, mental or physical development and seeks to maximize each.  A man of solid structure housing a poet anguishing for chaotic passion.  All this in the construct of a man who broke the pot he was planted in a long time ago.  Not a boy that finds peace in doing for himself but the man that finds fulfillment in being able to do for those he loves.  Not a boy that looks to "get off" but the man that finds eternity in another soul through the experience of real intimacy.  Not a boy that relishes in the choices before him but the man that is selective because he knows his worth and understands the emptiness of the game.  Not a boy that sees "baggage" but the man that sees the greatness in the ones that grow even as they carry so much alone.  Welcome to this high rise I call "me".  The foundations are done and so are most of the amenities.  Still needs work but it's definitely livable.  This blog is replete with how I am imperfect which only means I am and always will be...a work in progress...

Call me "different".  Call me an "aberration".  Call me full of shit if it suits you.  I could care less.  Do you know why?  I know who I am...now, who are you?

~Moses Apollo