There is a new cavern in my physical being as well as my figurative self. A reminder that nothing comes without a price. The cost for my laissez faire attitude during my twenties is a shocking one but one I must pay nonetheless. I must pay to become the man I dream to become, and I must pay dearly, because nothing of value comes without a cost, so why should I expect someone of great value to come free?

The physical hole, is necessary to remove the infections caused by my lazy, dismissive and short sighted habits. All the vices, I must now fight to both refill said hole and to prevent any new need for digging.

The metaphorical hole, is less of an empty space left behind due to some excavation. It’s more of a deconstruction. The tearing down of a shabby facade. One bandaged over and over again in order to preserve the lie,the lie that is my image of grandeur.

Tonight I begin to build a new structure. One of true grit and of a sound foundation. Tomorrow I begin the greatest project of my life. I begin to construct the rest of my life.