midlife crisis = the consequences of not following one's own path and waking up to the reality of imminent death AND/OR gayop pop judeopsychoanalytical babble that the heffers in suburbia adopted when one of their men woke up to REALITY.
Between the ages of 27 and 34, I went through an intense crucible.
At first it felt like a punishment. Until I realized what I mistook for destruction was actually renewal.
Because what punishments of god are not gifts?
And in the end…
I walked out with everything I’d been chasing.
Not because life got easier, but because I finally became the kind of man who could carry the weight.
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