May 6, 2014

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Walk with my bro…

Where are you going? Where have you been? I think about these things often when I look at him. Twenty-two years old with a mind full of ideals that the world will never conform too. What love is. What kindness is. What a good life is. And mostly, what a good person is. I wonder if I also felt this way  when I was twenty-two. I believe I definitely did. I remember distinctly hating many things, and now I don't…