Just... I forget.
I’ve walked in this frame my whole life, 6'3", 300 pounds but to me, it’s not big, it’s just me. It doesn’t echo when I enter a room. It doesn’t cast a shadow in my own head. It just is.
You don’t notice the mountain when you are the mountain. You just wake up on the summit and call it Tuesday. But others? They see the climb. They see the height, the weight, the presence. They flinch before they know you’re gentle. They size you up before they know you don’t throw it around.
Maybe it’s a gift to be built like a fortress, but walk like a poet. To be capable of destruction, and still choose grace.
Some of us are giants on the outside but still feel small when we look inward. And maybe that’s the lesson. Not every heavy thing has to be loud. Not every big man has to act like it. And not every presence that looms is meant to threaten.
Sometimes? It just means I’m here. DMD.
