Parents

‚ÄúThere is a big difference between loving your parents as a child and loving your parents as an adult. As a child you love unconditionally, loving them as gods, beings perfect in all regards. As time wears on that perfect image fades, you begin to see the flaws, they no longer are the gods they once were. As an adult it’s not that you come to love them any less however, instead, you begin to love them for what they are, as human beings.”

Sure some people dislike my stances on a lot issues, truth of it is I make take those stances today, but they will judged by those yet to come, those in the future. I don’t want to find myself, many years from now, grandchild on my knee and be asked by them about some injustice and unjust practice of this era and what I felt about it. I don’t want to uncomfortably shift them to the other knee and say something along the lines apologetically ” well that’s just how things were” or “how people were”. Excuse myself like the millions before me have of their complicity of the many wrongs humans have perpetuated against themselves throughout the ages.To hell with that argument. Let those of the present damn me, for it is not they who I act for, it is not they who will absolve me.