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Ryan David Ginsberg: author of For Souls Like Mine and ​Pretending To Try To Be Okay.

Wings

8/31/2016

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Now that I am a 23 year old college graduate, people consider me some sort of adult-esque thing. People are always asking me about jobs, politics, taxes, and my opinions on universal health care... "Um... I like beer?"

It's odd. It's really odd. I spent the first 22 years of my life being told exactly what to do and where to be. I was told to go to school, get good grades, get a degree, and then they just released me into the world like "fly!" but I don't think any of my classes taught me how to fly. They taught me the theories of flying, they taught me about people who have flown in the past, but they never really showed me how to fly myself... You know what I mean?

So here I am, a fully grown adult with the best equipped wings, but no idea how to use them. I have spent the last 15 months traveling the world, flapping my wings, only to discover that, even after I flutter a few feet into the air, my feet always land roughly back to the ground. I see so many of my peers flying high in the sky, cashing checks, buying houses, and all I can do is squint my eyes and hope to see them fly through the dust and lust for the air that they have made their homes.

Don't get me wrong, the grounds I have walked over this past year has been delightful. I have seen countrysides and castles from fallen dynasties, I have fasted on the golden coast and fallen in love with souls all over the world. My journals are overflowed with memories from my quests, but still, I have yet to figure out exactly how to use these wings. 

I have built nests in multiple locations, hoping I could settle, but maybe my soul wasn't created to settle. I feel greatness destined for me, but destiny and I can't seem to meet. Maybe it is up in the air and it is up to me to fly and greet her or him or it, or whatever they may be. Or maybe I am not meant to fly at all, after all, greatness is not limited to the sky. It can be found here in the grass or deep in the earth's core. I feel it deep in my own core, that destiny and I will meet some day. Whatever it may be, I will flap my wings until destiny and I meet.
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    THE SIDELINE

    My Books


    ​​For Souls Like Mine

    Pretending To Try To Be Okay

    Fan Favorites

    Expectations
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    The Things I Would Do For A Like
    ​

    Last Night, Somebody Broke Into My Car
    ​

    Small Town, Big Stars

    Austin to LAX

    204 Pages

    Success Is Infinite

    I Am Impatient As Fuck

    Identity Crisis

    ​Vain!

    Something About Existence

    Completely, Fully, Undeniably Human

    Uber Ride Gone Wrong

    ​Wings

    The Girl of My Dreams

    Dear Beautiful Starbucks Lady

    Talking to Strangers

    It Gets Better
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