You know, one tries to live a good life. All one wants—truly wants—is to have a lady to make happy… a child to hold and calm when it cries in the middle of the night. The soft noise of rustling paper early on Christmas morn, and watching your wife and kids around the christmas tree as soft music plays the music of angels. The look in your wife’s eyes as she looks at her newborn child. Most I know, even the good ones, would trade all this… would rather the baby not cry in the night, but this is what makes life so grand. It’s all those little things.
There are so many that have such beautiful families, and squander them. Too many bad men and bad fathers. Some bad mothers too. I try to be just one good one, and all I can ever find is crap. Dishonesty. People that want great things, but don’t put in any effort to get there. Infidelity.
Yeah, it goes back to before high school and the bad guy getting the good girl. But I have to know two things. One, not all good girls want the bad guy, especially after they have seen what bad guys tend to do. Second, God our Father is always in control, and already has what we need to find just down our road, if we patiently follow. Okay make that three things. I know that there is one I’m destined for—my soulmate. I believe I’ve already met her, but she’ll have to work on it as well, for I’ll not mock love in carrying it all by myself, though I have the strength to carry all and any.
I want such simple things. I want just to be a good dad, and the most loving and supportive husband a woman could ever ask for. I want to pick my sweetheart flowers every day. Rub her feet when she’s had a long day. Make her feel like she’s the most beautiful person in the world, and the most desired, at least by me.
You think a love like that would be in demand, but you know, most like the games, or don’t know how to quit playing them. It’s so damn simple it’s sickening… but these are not the times of old fashion love, and most want a quick bang for their buck, or to achieve some sense of love that is very detached from what it truly is.
Love, pure love, is the most beautiful and amazing thing one can give. And you know, even if no one wants it, or even if people walk all over it, still, I will give it. Not that I will be trampled on in love. I will not give what I have to give, to that one, unless that person is willing to put in what I am. But still, I will love and give to those I can.
Some have love, and don’t want it. Others don’t have it and wish like hell they did. You would think that A is A and B is B, but so often people are not what they seem. And you know, I’ll be damned if I won’t be a good dad. And He’s already put that path before me. So pretty much this is not about me—for I know what I have to give—but about, perhaps, those who lose sense of what love really is, and how pointless it is to not be true to your heart, whoever you are.
