So my dad misses my mom. Whenever I'm in the car with him he'll occasionally pop in a CD of some Hispanic artist singing about missing some girl, or maybe about how he was wronged.
What must it be to live like that? He plays these songs in his car and sings along with so much emotion, I actually feel it. But then he just goes back to asking random questions and occasionally being a douche.
Like being hurt and living in the past is just another part of the day he has to go through. That's gotta suck, but sometimes it feels like things are ripped away from you and for him, well essentially it was a family.
I'll never end up like that. I'm gonna find a nice lady that gets me, and that cares about me as much as I do about her, and we'll have children that I'll love and put before everything. I won't leave them behind and I won't disapprove of their actions, i'll let them be themselves y'know?
But how far in the future is that? 20 years? Probably, i've still got so much to experience and don't get me wrong I'm really looking forward to all that, but sometimes...just sometimes, I want to skip ahead to a time when everything's been done and I've lived a full life. A time when I can reminisce about the crazy days of my youth. Boy, I've got a long way to go...I'm not letting myself down.
Cause In essence the only person i'm out here to satisfy is me. If I'm good enough for others well that's fine and dandy, but if I'm not good enough for myself...well then that's definitely a problem.
I've got such high standards for myself though, it's gonna be tough.
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