afrojiggles
Don Juan
:woo:
My friends fall by the wayside and I feel selfish but I should not; to archive a
success which they dare not follow.
I quit my job. My parents make hushed excuses to their pretentious friends,
devastated at the loss of their reflected glory. But I do not care for I strive
for something greater.
I ride my new motorcycle and people think I am going through a middle age crisis
but at thirty this is no crisis but an awakening.
Why do I embark on this road of change? Is it for me? Yes of course. But why?
Sex, power, friends, girls. No. No. No. :trouble:
I do this to impress somebody. I am desperate to gain their respect, their
admiration. I have never met him or her. I don’t know their names but one day
they’ll mean more to me than any other. And it is to these little feet which are
yet to step upon this world that I find the strength to embark upon this journey
of change.
For I ask myself how could I return the gaze of their cute eyes fearing the day
they’ll discover I am a fraud?
How could I stand in front of them and tell them to be courageous, when I was
not?
How could I encourage a son to find himself a girl, that there are plenty of
fish in the sea, when I feared ever to leave the shore?
How could I live with a daughter’s ill founded admiration, fearing the day
she’ll discover that I settled for her mother? For the woman I call a wife, for
I could find no other? That I settled for a mediocre job because I feared to
reach out? That they who call Dad isn’t a man to be admired but a cheap
imitation; a great pretender.
How many days can a father trick his sons and daughters that he is a man to be
looked up to? At three, four, five it is easy - but the truth will one day be
revealed. One day my kids will look at me, and compare me to the other men in
this world. They will make their judgment and on that day I promise the sparkle
of admiration in their eyes will burn twice as bright.
I want to be the man that leads his family through the rough and the bad and
gets them out on top. I want to be the father that teaches my boys about girls,
how to hold them, love them with ferocity and learn all the good aspects of this
brotherhood that we are striving for. Yes, and my daughters as well.
Do I follow this path of change for myself? Yes. I do it for the respect of my
children I have yet to conceive. I do it to know that the wife I will one day
marry, will never find a better man. I continue this journey everyday to create
a family that I never had, a family brimming with love, stability, compassion
and laughter.
To have a family like that, I will conquer any fear....what about you ?
My friends fall by the wayside and I feel selfish but I should not; to archive a
success which they dare not follow.
I quit my job. My parents make hushed excuses to their pretentious friends,
devastated at the loss of their reflected glory. But I do not care for I strive
for something greater.
I ride my new motorcycle and people think I am going through a middle age crisis
but at thirty this is no crisis but an awakening.
Why do I embark on this road of change? Is it for me? Yes of course. But why?
Sex, power, friends, girls. No. No. No. :trouble:
I do this to impress somebody. I am desperate to gain their respect, their
admiration. I have never met him or her. I don’t know their names but one day
they’ll mean more to me than any other. And it is to these little feet which are
yet to step upon this world that I find the strength to embark upon this journey
of change.
For I ask myself how could I return the gaze of their cute eyes fearing the day
they’ll discover I am a fraud?
How could I stand in front of them and tell them to be courageous, when I was
not?
How could I encourage a son to find himself a girl, that there are plenty of
fish in the sea, when I feared ever to leave the shore?
How could I live with a daughter’s ill founded admiration, fearing the day
she’ll discover that I settled for her mother? For the woman I call a wife, for
I could find no other? That I settled for a mediocre job because I feared to
reach out? That they who call Dad isn’t a man to be admired but a cheap
imitation; a great pretender.
How many days can a father trick his sons and daughters that he is a man to be
looked up to? At three, four, five it is easy - but the truth will one day be
revealed. One day my kids will look at me, and compare me to the other men in
this world. They will make their judgment and on that day I promise the sparkle
of admiration in their eyes will burn twice as bright.
I want to be the man that leads his family through the rough and the bad and
gets them out on top. I want to be the father that teaches my boys about girls,
how to hold them, love them with ferocity and learn all the good aspects of this
brotherhood that we are striving for. Yes, and my daughters as well.
Do I follow this path of change for myself? Yes. I do it for the respect of my
children I have yet to conceive. I do it to know that the wife I will one day
marry, will never find a better man. I continue this journey everyday to create
a family that I never had, a family brimming with love, stability, compassion
and laughter.
To have a family like that, I will conquer any fear....what about you ?