May 27, 2012
Hello, you.
This is for Dad, my Dad.
Happy Birthday Father. Dad turned 4_ on the 21st and due to life normalicies that piled up like a train wreck, I wasn't able to dedicate this post to the most important man in my life.
Transitions in life are usually
marked by major events. Birthdays, for example. But the greater transitions
often come out of smaller moments. When we stop and look at where we are.
Because each time we see how far we've come, we also see how far we still have
to go. In order to fully transform, we might need to free ourselves of
everything we've been holding on to. To send us on our new path. The right one.
But if, at the end, you find the person you've become is not the person you want
to be, you can always turn around and try again.
so Dad, happy birthday to you.
I love you too.
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Somehow I rest in the fact that as long as I don't give it up, both ways, I feel
safe. As long as I don't stop trying, it will never be the end. I may live to
contradict myself beautifully and appear to be the biggest hypocrite from both
sides, but I understand now that this is me.
Ah, school. No word can describe how a mess I've been since school started.
For all you know, I'm a train wreck. I said I'd never let you go, and I never did. I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it.
In retrospect, we regret the things we didn’t do more than the things we did. Yes?
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