Warlight

by Michael Ondaatje

In youth we are not so much embarrassed by the reality of our situation as fearful others might discover and judge it.

This rang so true for me.

Just a youth looking towards something or someone. As if this was what I really was, perhaps would become, someone not intent on knowing himself but preoccupied with others. I recognized it even then as a truth. It was not a picture of me but about me.