They say that every tragic hero includes a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a little stitch sewn into his future since birth.

And here I am. My sins are no more secret. My defects haven’t been more fatal. And I’ve by no means been nearer to tragedy than I am right now.

I am a guy who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a ruler, a king who was simply foolish plenty of to create a kingdom in the bone fragments of days gone by. I am a hubby and a enthusiast and a soldier and a dad and a leader.

And I will survive this.

Long live the ruler.