Safer....
Times are loud and outspoken, but is it best? This, the question we all have to ask our selves. Are we where we should be? I am. I believe it so. Two months ago, if you had asked me that question I would have said no. Two months ago, if you had asked me, do you want, or do you think you should live with your father and his children ( his children emphasized), I would have said no. Eighteen years I have lived my life in lies. I have believed this was never to be for the best. Now I wish I had come eighteen years before. Though the road is hard and loud and mean, I still walk it.
Tonight realizations have come to light. Goodbye means more than I thought it ever could. How could I have over looked that one simple word. How easy it is too over look suck small words that mean so much. "I love you." "Goodbye." "I'm proud of you." "You mean so much." Why is that these words, these statements, are missed; walked on by? We need to hear them as much as say them, yet we turn the other cheek, and turn away. Never again shall I forget these small words. Never again shall I turn away. He may not fully understand me, but I understand him. That is what matters. A parent never truly understands their children. But more often than not, a child understands the parent.
This bring a new light to things. Yet, as the parents raise us and believe they are giving us the leeway, we, in actuality give them the leeway, the freedom to fuck up and learn. How ironic this new light is. But as I have learned, irony is the light that lights our way through life. That is why we find it so hard to understand, to learn, to grow. Irony is what we need to see as a fact and go on. Not unfairness, or injustice. These are facts of life but not like the irony we face every day. That more than anything we need to see as truth and unchangeable.
Thought beauty is everywhere and pain and death not far behind, we stumble and fall, believing that these are unchangeable. Though the truth of the matter is that irony is real, true and ultimately unchangeable. Now more than ever, that society is shaping our children, we need to acknowledge this. Irony is what we revolve around. Irony is what makes us human. Animals would never understand the meaning of irony because it is not part of their existence, but only of ours. Pain, suffering, death, injustice; they live with it daily, and deal fine, they go on. Humans deal with irony and cannot comprehend.
I may be young and dumb, but see I still do. Can you all see as I do?
Tonight realizations have come to light. Goodbye means more than I thought it ever could. How could I have over looked that one simple word. How easy it is too over look suck small words that mean so much. "I love you." "Goodbye." "I'm proud of you." "You mean so much." Why is that these words, these statements, are missed; walked on by? We need to hear them as much as say them, yet we turn the other cheek, and turn away. Never again shall I forget these small words. Never again shall I turn away. He may not fully understand me, but I understand him. That is what matters. A parent never truly understands their children. But more often than not, a child understands the parent.
This bring a new light to things. Yet, as the parents raise us and believe they are giving us the leeway, we, in actuality give them the leeway, the freedom to fuck up and learn. How ironic this new light is. But as I have learned, irony is the light that lights our way through life. That is why we find it so hard to understand, to learn, to grow. Irony is what we need to see as a fact and go on. Not unfairness, or injustice. These are facts of life but not like the irony we face every day. That more than anything we need to see as truth and unchangeable.
Thought beauty is everywhere and pain and death not far behind, we stumble and fall, believing that these are unchangeable. Though the truth of the matter is that irony is real, true and ultimately unchangeable. Now more than ever, that society is shaping our children, we need to acknowledge this. Irony is what we revolve around. Irony is what makes us human. Animals would never understand the meaning of irony because it is not part of their existence, but only of ours. Pain, suffering, death, injustice; they live with it daily, and deal fine, they go on. Humans deal with irony and cannot comprehend.
I may be young and dumb, but see I still do. Can you all see as I do?