When I looked up at my father as a boy, I thought being a man was having control. Being the master and commander of your own destiny. How could any boy know that freedom is lost the moment you become a man. Things start to count. To press in. Constricting slowly, inevitably, creating a cage of inconveniences and duties and deadlines and failed

This mindset had crippled me. I was rigid. I was fragile. I was playing not to lose instead of focusing on possibilities. And I was embarrassed. When I talked to others I prayed that they wouldn’t ask me what I was doing with my life.…

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