Don’t Be a Child Forever

In the quiet corners of boyhood, there exists a pivotal moment-a moment when the veil of innocence lifts, revealing a stark truth. No one is coming to rescue him. No knight in shining armor, no benevolent hand descending from the heavens. Just silence, echoing through the corridors of his soul.
It’s a revelation that cuts through the fabric of childhood dreams. The fairy tales he once clung to-where heroes emerged unbidden, where magic mended broken hearts-now dissolve like mist at dawn. The boy stands alone, stripped of illusions, and the weight of the world settles upon his young shoulders.
But this isn’t defeat; it’s metamorphosis. For in that raw, unadorned moment, he becomes a man. Not because of age or physical prowess, but because he accepts responsibility. He realizes that salvation lies within-the fire to forge his own path, the grit to withstand storms, and the resilience to rise from ashes.
Some boys, alas, remain suspended in perpetual childhood. They cling to the notion that someone will swoop down, unravel their troubles, and whisk them away. They linger in the shallows, afraid to dive into life’s tempestuous seas. Their dreams remain fragile, brittle like spun sugar, and they never taste the salt of their own tears.
But the man-the one who crossed that threshold-knows better. He doesn’t wait for permission; he seizes it. He doesn’t seek approval; he earns respect. His hands, calloused and scarred, shape his destiny. He learns that vulnerability isn’t weakness; it’s the forge where strength is tempered.
And so, he strides forward, unafraid of solitude. He builds bridges where none exist, stitches hope into the fabric of despair. His eyes, once wide with wonder, now pierce through obstacles. He doesn’t ask for salvation; he becomes it-for himself and, perhaps, for others.
In the quiet corners of manhood, he remembers that pivotal moment-the day he shed the cocoon of dependency. And he wonders about those boys who never arrived. Did they lose their way, or did they fear the wilderness? He doesn’t judge; he simply walks on, leaving footprints for others to follow.
For there’s a beauty in self-reliance, a rugged grace in knowing that no one will save you. It’s the anthem of resilience, sung by those who refuse to remain children forever. And as the sun sets on boyhood, it rises on the indomitable spirit of the man who saved himself.

[@twistedlore22]

aye cool script, I pictured it with those Ted Ed animations

[@tristanriel700]

Well said sir. Looking forward to more content. Keep going👊

[@samiullah-ph6zi]

Aoa. Be a child forever. !!!!

[@TheExistenceClass0]

A Mature Man Found ❤

[@samiullah-ph6zi]

@@TheExistenceClass0 Aoa.God bless you forever !!!!

[@TheExistenceClass0]

@@samiullah-ph6zi وعلیکم السلام ورحمتہ 🙏☺️

[@Cobra_BITE-di6cw]

❤‍🩹

[@tylerfickell4039]

This is so anti-christian it's not even funny

[@darkknight17]

I don't understand your comment. Please elaborate?

[@chynnn_4025]

@@darkknight17 curious too

[@Worldchampion03]

Because everything anti christ makes sense to rest of world