I find it oddly hilarious how troubled I used to be about the future. I would not let up. I think sometimes I gave myself insomnia (I always had trouble sleeping as a kid). Looking at my life now, I see that there was no reason to fret. Yeah, bad stuff has happened, horrible at times. But I'm still breathing.
The relationship I have with my parents has not always been so rocky. I was spoiled, I suppose. A daddy's girl. Sometimes I feel like I am living in Dante's Inferno. If I could describe the descending relationship with my parents, I would compare it to the Bible's explanation of the how the devil came about. Except without all the jealousy, more like some misunderstandings and, being a child, not taken serious. I guess from that, all I get is that we all have our faults.
"Papa."
The look in his eyes,
such a look will make you want to fall.
The sound of his voice,
such a sound will melt your eyes and cause rain to fall.
The defeated way he approached me,
such an aura will make you wish you could catch him.
There is nothing I can do.
Maybe it's his age,
(Alas, life is futile).
Or maybe his gender,
(I have no idea how men work).
There was nothing I could do.
But perhaps there is.
Sometimes good can come out of bad.
"Sweat, blood, toil and tears."
"And then, there's light!"
I have places I need to be. I want my words to reach others, I want to expand my knowledge, I have places to be! And thanks to the help of a handful, that is possible. Thanks to the help of the beautiful people on this Earth, I can go. I have a long way to go from that child who once fretted the future. I can make my own future now. What a curse, what a blessing!
Thank you.
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