My Mom always said
that my Dad was more Religious,
and that she was more Spiritual.
She said this
with an air of superiority,
as if she was just a littttttle bit
closer to God
than he was.
ja aj aja ja
I guess Dad liked/needed the structure
of an institution more than Mom?
What the diversity of their beliefs
awakened in me,
was that my path,
was MY PATH.
MY PATH took me through Hell.
I succeed in life, I had everything.
I failed in life, I lost everything.
In Hell,
I saw a tiny pin-prick of light
in the distance that was my only point of reference.
I had no choice but to struggle towards THAT light.
For me, Hell begot The Light.
BLAH BLAH BLAH
That was then, and this is now.
Today,
being The Happiest Man Alive,
when my daughter asks for advice in life about her path,
after we’ve discussed all her options,
after we’ve laughed,
and after we’ve cried,
all I can say to her is:
“Baby,
Trust THE LIGHT that YOU see,
and at all cost,
go IN TRUTH,
in that direction,
’cause HELL IS god-damned HOT!!!
Literally.
