Letter From A Convict - Son read all this letter.....
Dear son,
Please, read all of this letter. It is important.
The last thing I want to do is hold you back in life. I know you have been waiting on me for years, just like I've waited to be with you. The last thing I want to do is make you unhappy. Both of us have had enough of that. I thought about what you said on the phone to me. I don't want to be selfish and make you do things that you don't want to do. All I ever wanted was to be a dad.
Do you think I like being a father who has been in prison? Or a dad who lost his businesses and home? Did you know my entire dream is to make you proud of me, like I use to do and to give you a reason to have respect?
Everybody loves you when you are rich or successful. When you fall, no one wants anything to do with you. They all love you when you are rich. They love you with both hands out.
Money shouldn't rule your life. If you let it take over, it will ride you to the depths of a darkness you can't imagine and beyond. It creates a hunger and lust that can never be satisfied. You will always want more, like a addict fiends for the drug. You will do anything, destroy anyone for that cold touch of gold. Make no mistake, son, money is a power all its own.
I don't want to hold you back son, but be careful where you are running to.
Love, your father
Some nights were spent wondering if the chosen road I had run down, headed towards the darkness my father spoke of.
We have all seen some part of Hell's living room.
We have all taken a little peak through it's door, if not just swaggered on in, with a self assured cockiness that we are somehow special and immune to its' lavish luxuries.
Those of us who swagger, we are the scared ones. We show bravery as a way to hide the truth from everyone, but eventually the truth will find it's way out. The whispered truth is, we really don't belong here. So we hide.
Some of us hide in unrequited love, some of us hide in the belly of Bacchus, some of us hide behind our clothes, our fist, our sex, and some try darker diversions, but we all hide behind something. Somehow, somewhere we want to hide, to hide from our future, our past, ourselves and anyone else peeking in............
Please, read all of this letter. It is important.
The last thing I want to do is hold you back in life. I know you have been waiting on me for years, just like I've waited to be with you. The last thing I want to do is make you unhappy. Both of us have had enough of that. I thought about what you said on the phone to me. I don't want to be selfish and make you do things that you don't want to do. All I ever wanted was to be a dad.
Do you think I like being a father who has been in prison? Or a dad who lost his businesses and home? Did you know my entire dream is to make you proud of me, like I use to do and to give you a reason to have respect?
Everybody loves you when you are rich or successful. When you fall, no one wants anything to do with you. They all love you when you are rich. They love you with both hands out.
Money shouldn't rule your life. If you let it take over, it will ride you to the depths of a darkness you can't imagine and beyond. It creates a hunger and lust that can never be satisfied. You will always want more, like a addict fiends for the drug. You will do anything, destroy anyone for that cold touch of gold. Make no mistake, son, money is a power all its own.
I don't want to hold you back son, but be careful where you are running to.
Love, your father
Some nights were spent wondering if the chosen road I had run down, headed towards the darkness my father spoke of.
We have all seen some part of Hell's living room.
We have all taken a little peak through it's door, if not just swaggered on in, with a self assured cockiness that we are somehow special and immune to its' lavish luxuries.
Those of us who swagger, we are the scared ones. We show bravery as a way to hide the truth from everyone, but eventually the truth will find it's way out. The whispered truth is, we really don't belong here. So we hide.
Some of us hide in unrequited love, some of us hide in the belly of Bacchus, some of us hide behind our clothes, our fist, our sex, and some try darker diversions, but we all hide behind something. Somehow, somewhere we want to hide, to hide from our future, our past, ourselves and anyone else peeking in............
posted by emilioba at 4:44 PM
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Are profound words from a hypocrite negated? This is about faith as well as reality.
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