hunkalove · 70-79, M
My father was the worst human being I've ever known. I'm 75 and I still hate him as much as I ever did.
PhoenixPhail · M
@hunkalove I hope you can make peace with yourself about your father, no matter what he's done. You owe it to yourself to not hate.
Mamapolo2016 · F
There comes a shocking time in life when who was my hero becomes less relevant than whose hero am I?
If what someone gave us is worth having, it becomes time to look forward, not back. Time not to hold it close, but to give it away. Time to pay the future what was given us in the past, or to discard what was useless to us and sow new seed.
The eagle we see flying in the sky was once a fledgling in the nest, expectant mouth wide open waiting to be fed. We need to recognize that our job is to leave the nest and, eventually, feed another generation, teach them to be eagles. Otherwise, the future won’t have any eagles.
We don’t have to respect or love those who carried us here. We need to become the carriers of love and trust for others, whether they are of our bloodline or not.
It is usually a terrifying time when I wake up and realize they are gone, and I am now the grownup.
If what someone gave us is worth having, it becomes time to look forward, not back. Time not to hold it close, but to give it away. Time to pay the future what was given us in the past, or to discard what was useless to us and sow new seed.
The eagle we see flying in the sky was once a fledgling in the nest, expectant mouth wide open waiting to be fed. We need to recognize that our job is to leave the nest and, eventually, feed another generation, teach them to be eagles. Otherwise, the future won’t have any eagles.
We don’t have to respect or love those who carried us here. We need to become the carriers of love and trust for others, whether they are of our bloodline or not.
It is usually a terrifying time when I wake up and realize they are gone, and I am now the grownup.