It’s not that I ever hated people, I just hate what we’ve become, what we’ve allowed ourselves to turn into. When did what we do become more important than who we are? We define ourselves with what we do, for a living. How much we have, material status. We care about what people, who we don’t know, think of us. A stranger, who is virtual in presence, becomes more of a companion than the loved ones around us. I’m sad for my unborn child, I’m scared for what he’ll have to live with. And what if something happens to me? Will his father be able to be a dad? To pick up the slack of two parents and raise him, teaching him to become the best human he can be? I’d like to think so, I’d like to believe that I picked a mate who is loving and present enough to remember: We need to be awake. We need to be present and survival of the fittest means being aware and alive, natural selection. We’re beautifully flawed, and in need of connection to our surroundings, we can’t be lazy and disconnected. Weakness is not counting our blessings, and those come in the form of family (members). Strength in numbers. We have to be able to recognize that we live on through those our legacy of love and continued life, my children won’t let me die, IF I’m doing all this parenting shit “right”. I will continue on through them, hopefully. Hopefully I’ve honored the process of natural selection and my offspring are survivors. Hopefully who I am is more important to them than what I did, or how much money I’ve left them. If some part of the system or society fails they have enough sense to reach higher ground or die trying…figuratively or literally, take it how you will.
Sometimes we grow distant and we’re out of touch. Who we are isn’t enough and what we do and have seems to overshadow what’s most important. If you don’t have family, all you’re doing is in vain, and worth nothing. If you live for something less than love, I can almost guarantee it will be worthless when the sun sets on your last day. We The People, will forget. We The People, will move on. We The People, will be out of touch, and your memory will be out of reach. You’ll disappear, maybe forever.
“Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart kid, and you’ll never go wrong.”
Your heart should always lead you back home, and what makes a house a home? Family. Love. Your kids. YOUR people, not The People. Don’t go so far from home that you’re out of touch forever. Having no home fucking sucks. And the only thing that sucks more is trying to remind someone you love that they’ve veered off course. But at some point, for the sake of self-preservation, you gotta let go.
Follow your heart kid, and hopefully you’ll realize what you’re doing before you’ve destroyed your home.
Flaw: Being Human.