Without a Father π
Truth be told it's not so complicated why your father wasn't there for you growing up. No it's not because he's just a terrible person or a piece of shit dad. And Honestly don't really know why he wasn't there for you. But I wanted perspective or closure not for me but for everyone out there who's grown up without a father they truly neglected you, wasn't there to love you or teach you how to love yourself. Let me give you A very short break down of the world we've been molded into (this is everything that's wrong with your system) π€§And why this is a sickening problem. As human you are born with one most precious most valuable gift π the gift of time. When you go to work and clock in you sell your time to someone else in exchange for PAPER something society has taught us truly valuable but are you truly happy. Then they (society) finds a way to batter you for who you have become irrespective of the conditions that forged your person πΊNow you are angry with life with yourself WITH everyone but you still have time to impregnate a female as is the way of life SEX cannot be escaped how else would you survive this cursed reality surely there must be some pleasure to your pitiful existenceπ€πΏ.
Then your child is born you are overjoyed by your creation. You may be as useless as they say but at least you've made something beautiful and new with a brand new perspective. But then society and something called standard of living quickly intercept your happiness.π€·πΌ♀️. You're still selling your time to someone that sells you your value in form of notes and currency and until you have enough of it that it chokes into you the reality that the only thing truly valuable is your time and in your old age you curse yourself wishing you'd made this realization long before maybe then you won't have wasted all your time. π€¦πΎ♀️. Pero it's not too late is it?
Then your child is born you are overjoyed by your creation. You may be as useless as they say but at least you've made something beautiful and new with a brand new perspective. But then society and something called standard of living quickly intercept your happiness.π€·πΌ♀️. You're still selling your time to someone that sells you your value in form of notes and currency and until you have enough of it that it chokes into you the reality that the only thing truly valuable is your time and in your old age you curse yourself wishing you'd made this realization long before maybe then you won't have wasted all your time. π€¦πΎ♀️. Pero it's not too late is it?
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