My papa told me that when he was a young man, he didn't want a material lifestyle. He told me that all he wanted was a decent-sized house with a bed. There was no need for extraordinarily delicious foods or delicacies. All he needed was enough to not be hungry and someone to love and be loved by. And he said to me that as he grew older, this turned out to be what it had always been: a silly dream. He told me that I would realize it sooner or later also, the fact that one should always try to provide for the best for their children. He then launched into the usual talk of why I need to work hard and get good grades and eventually get into a fantastic college and exit with a great job in hand.
I have a hard time seeing that chain of life sometimes when I don't have a tangible goal I'm aiming for. It's a little funny and tiring for me to think about it since I'm barely leaving my childhood and everything I'm doing right now is already for the kids I won't have for another fifteen years, which incidentally happens to be my age. Sometimes I wonder if he realizes this. Other times, I wonder what his fifteen-year-old self would say if he were with us.
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