Today

I was trying to bring something exciting this week, but I haven’t had that type of week. I have realize that there are things that can never be change no matter how manageable they seem. When there is pain to deal with, you can pretend not to see it, but sometimes there are some types of pain that can never be hidden. we refuse to share what really hurts us inside because we think we know that it will only bring more pain to those around us, but in reality we bring more pain by not talking about it.

My mother has always been a source of inspiration to me, like many children in this world I had this idea of what an incredible woman she was. And she is a incredible person, but there is always give and take. But today I’m going to talk about what I hate the most about being her son. There most important thing to know about her is that she has encounter many forms of abuse in here life. Aside from the ignorance that holds her bondage to ideas that are long gone. My mother is the type that tries to hold everything together when all is already broken. She has never realize that her actions drove us into an uncertain world, that even if she didn’t take those steps toward what we call life she is still very responsible.

I don’t remember the last time she gave me a real hug that meant real love from her. All I got was mere pieces that I think were never meant to satisfy any real emotion. But to ask this from her is an injustice in my part, but we all have real feelings that translate into discouragement and failure in life. The most important job in the world is to be a parent, because an emotionally intelligent person is not created by pain but by courage and imagination that are the principal acquirement a parent shares with its children.

I am a very talented guy, I am intelligent and courageous. All I needed was support but never did have any support. Yeah, its nice to say I support you(one day my aunt told me that, she barely remembers that day)but when it comes to real support it means going out of you way to help someone finish a task. For my mother all I had were stupid dreams that were not into her reality of things. I have had to rebuilt myself into a really loving person because all this hate turn me into a angry man that can’t even think when put into a difficult situation. My whole point in writing this is to tell you that you can never go pretending things are ok when you know there are things that need to be talked about. So talk about it.