The Day Lies Died

Wanderings
Written By Thomas Mark Zuniga

The Old ManI am worthless.

I have no purpose, no "point."

I am doomed to fall, doomed to fail, repeatedly and hard, regardless of any earnest effort. Maybe because of my earnest effort.

I am alone.I cannot love or be loved. Not the "right" way, whatever that even means.Having a spiritual "family" is an impossible myth.I have no courage; my "one word" for 2012 is a total joke.I cannot step out like others so effortlessly do. Other Christians. Better Christians.I am an inferior Christian. Deficient. Irrelevant.I will never amount to anything, because I never have amounted to anything.I should quit church and community, friends and family. It's not worth it.Should just lock myself up forever. Away from everyone.I am a freaking hopeless mess.

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The New Man***

Still reeling from the sheer, overwhelming magnitude of my 25th birthday. Thankfully, I find myself immediately immersed in a much-needed vacation to sort out my soul.

Also happening soon, my half-marathon this Sunday. Good thing I'm a new man with new legs now.

More pictures, video, and/or holograms from my momentous night to come next week. Be back to blogging again in no time.

Until then.

I love you all.

Thomas Mark Zuniga

I’m a storyteller, wanderer, and nonprofit director. Of all the epic places I’ve been, my favorite place in the world is the space where coffee and vulnerability intersect. Care to share some of your story with me? I’d be honored to listen.

thomasmarkz.story@gmail.com

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