Me and My Brothers
This blog post is so much more, contemplative than usual. I sit here now that I've finally found the time to type a post after a month reminiscing of times that have gone by,fleeting as they might have been. Brotherly bonds are probably some of the most hyped up things in popular media in general. Songs, poems, stories,movies all of that brotherly bond where one is ready to sacrifice himself for the other are almost commonplace at this point. I have two brothers, one older and one younger. I'm often told about how lucky I am to have both an older and a younger brother, that I have the best of both worlds as the middle child. Yet I would be lying if I said that wasn't always the case for me. For the longest time I hated my older brother because of the most trivial things. Is it a sign of my emotional maturity that I no longer do that? Perhaps or maybe its more along the line of "I don't have time to be pissed off". My older brother was born on the 11th of May,