Sometimes, a man builds a wall around his heart to conceal his true emotions.
Sometimes, he wears metals or jewels that contain his happiest memories, or the most difficult ones.
Yet sometimes, a man is just a man. He neglects his duties of stoicism, and lays bare his humanity for all to see.
He rejects the concept of “original sin” – That he was born a vile and wretched thing, which must beg his way into merciful heaven.
Each day a choice: good or evil. And for so long, he’s chosen to do right.
Some days, a man is just a man.
…Build no fort around thy heart, but extend it outward and set ablaze.
