when all you want to do is work work work there’s no room for affection towards your children and no companionship towards your significant other
but he strives so much for a reputation of being “the hardest working man alive”
and when he’s not at work, he’s talking about work or his fathers before him and how they were even harder working men
a whole blood line of genetical hard working people that ends right here with me
I can’t blame him for that, that’s all he knows to talk about
but why spend most of your time at work?
maybe he doesn’t like his home life?
for that, I can’t blame him either, if I had his home life, I’d be at work all the time too.
I just can’t fathom the idea of growing up and spending most of your time away from your loved ones and be with people who are hand picked by someone else whether you like them or not
and for what?
for money?
money is just the lubricate that makes getting ***** by the world a little more tolerable and a little less raw
unseen by many and directly deposited into their bank accounts, to unevenly disperse amongst conglomerates who hold the keys to the little things you need for comfort and convenience only to be left with very little or none of it
if brilliance is footsteps then I’m stepping off and away from this revolving record of solipsism
my father was never there for me physically or emotionally but always had me financially, all of which, have taught me the same thing...
nothing at all.
so whatever I’m doing in my life, I’ll let him know the same thing he taught me...