This all too familiar feeling of suffocation. I can’t shake it. I can’t ignore it. This is the third one the past month… and there’ll probably be more. They deserve it. I should be happy for them. And yet.. I’m here wallowing in my own sorrows or even pity that I will never be that man. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m not all that I think I am. I compare… and I can’t help but think, why not me? Too familiar are these feelings.. when the kids didn’t make the sports teams’ cuts. I know that gut punch suffocation… and there literally is nothing that can help me breathe.
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