I’m struggling. I admit it. I’m struggling with defining who the frick I am, what I’m going to do in ten years (heck even two years), and knowing who my friends are. I struggle with these worldly things that don’t even matter in ten, twenty, or even seventy years. I struggle with these things that don’t matter to me and my own life, just the lifestyle I choose to live. I’m not being myself nor am I living a life that God wanted me to live.  ...