He and I argued a lot because I just figured he was not the boss of me and so therefore should not be telling me what to do. He didn’t care that I was grown. The fact is I am my father’s child and I figure that’s why we butted heads just a little too often.
It’s not because I wouldn’t want to but it’s because I have realized I’m the most important person in my life. If I don’t take care of me who will and I won’t be able to take care of the others in my life. Trust me I am not Mother Theresa.
Passion is that love and I mean real love of something that as said in the quote excites you. It’s about what you love not what others have indicated you should love. Is it even easy to focus on your passion.
It’s then that I have to decide am I doing it for the likes or for the love. I decided that it was for the love. I really love writing. Is this what I want to continue doing forever? I’m not certain. I know it’s not as exciting as it once was but why stop? I realize that I just have to spin it in a way that still makes it exciting for me.
I would always want to remember certain moment and hold on to those memories with a vice grip.
The love for the parents is one thing but there are the siblings and the extended family. Do you want to be around them or would you prefer to not even be related? Would you want to give back the family card?