The Way.

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Boyhood.

Something that I clearly have missed out on.

Reading "The Way of the Wild Heart" has shown me exactly all the little details of being "initiated into manhood" I have actually missed.

Innocence, curiosity, the feeling of being cherished, loved, special: No.

I am supposed to have experienced these things.

I am supposed to have known what all of these things not only mean but how they feel.

They are supposed to shape me, bring me into a new state of mind, ready for the next chapters.

But nothing, some watered down, feel good pat on the shoulder.

Tell me when does a computer screen look more interested as your own child?

When does playing games with complete strangers come before helping your child do school work?

Strange men over at the house...please only when its pasted the bedtime.

Parties? Smoking? Alcohol?

Where were you?

Now.

Where am I?