Abstraction: The Rebel Returns


He isn’t an extravagant sinner. He is me.

For I too am a prodigal son, walking the dusty road back home.

I took my talents and my energy, and I spent them on the dreams I thought I needed.

I struggled to be a million things I could never be.

I’ve got my Father’s genes, my Father’s heart.

I could never be happy running numbers and counting coins.

My soul wants to live, to be foolish, to challenge the impossible.

And I can’t do that on my own. That’s why I’m headed home.


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Nik Curfman

I am a writer and artist in the early stages of my trek. I spent 20 years trying to be who I thought I needed to be, and now I am running after who I am. Fearless Grit is my space to document and share the process. 

https://fearlessgrit.com
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