At the very core of my being all my heart ached for was a father. A father to protect me. A father to comfort me when I had nightmares, instead of giving them to me. A father to tell me I was beautiful. A father to teach me to dance. A father to hold my hand in the rain. A father to give me a hug before bed. After college I started a new life and moved away. I built new memories and learned about forgiveness. The truth is some men never had an example from their own father, so they make the same mistakes as their fathers before them made. That’s what happened with my dad. He didn’t know how to love me because I don’t think he ever had an encounter with love himself. "To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering. If there is a purpose in life at all, there must be a purpose in suffering. But no man can tell another what this purpose is, each must find out for himself, and must accept the responsibility that his answer prescribes. If he succeeds he will continue to grow in spite of all indignities."
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 02:33:28 +0000