Entry 31-Competent
All my life I've been capable; the only thing I had to do was try. When my father died; I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to honor him for what he had been doing for his entire life. Protecting the defenseless, risking my life for the sake of others. I was capable, in fact I succeeded in being just like him. Losing a family, not being a real father to my son…I was my father. And I was a capable.
Protecting people, risking my life, but it wasn't enough. There was something I didn't do, but what was it? Maybe I wasn't living life. Wasn't I, though, wasn't I doing what I had always wanted. Isn't that living life? I'm sure I was competent……