So many times, I wait to tell my unborn child to
have a mind of his or her own. I beg to tell him or her that the moment he or she
realizes that superman or wonder woman is not coming is the moment she begins
to live her life. Maybe I might be wrong for a long time to have told him or her
that no matter what happen he or she should always find his or her way to me.
Yes… may be wrong, because my mother once told me
that son, one day, if you don’t keep your head; someone is going to break it
for you. And so I hid my head so many times under my bed when I felt am wrong and
I got so many knocks and broken head more than what I could have gotten even
when I might be right or wrong from people. That is an instinct that she
develops in me that I should always find my way to my bed no matter climatic
condition I find myself.
Then I rest it in my heart to tell him or her that
this life is weird and will always kick you in the stomach, real hard and then
wait for you to get back on your feet before throwing you another hard punch on
your face for you to grow up and be wise. And the knocking out the wind out of
you is to tell you how much you lungs cannot do without air.
This gives you a heart of your own, to always
forgive and never forget because that is the definition of a real man, and to
always have compassion which is the definition of a woman. And in time, always
look back for a split seconds and mover on because we are all condemned to time
and space.
That life is too short for hatred because we are all
condemned to death because everything in life is vanity.
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