I am content.  A father, a husband: these highest of callings, or vocations, or privileges.  In these relationships, there is peace and calm.  There is identity.  There is life.

I am restless.

I am a teacher: a man who instructs others.  I educate; I lead out of what is already inside.  I convey knowledge.  Sometimes, with hope and work, I inspire.

I am restless.

I am a writer.  Simply, I write.  I write to tell stories, to ask questions, to explain the world.  I write to be so fully myself.

I am restless.

I am labeled and trying to live up to them.  I am trying and failing.  I am hoping and letting go.

I am restless: restless for not more of life, but truer life.  Restless to find more of myself in my relationships.  Restless to know what I can and cannot do.  Restless to connect with the Unknown, the Transcendent.  Restless.

I am these, and more.

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