99 percent of the times i see a cat, i have to drop whatever the hell i’m doing and acknowledge that there’s a cat and say hi to the cat and walk up to the cat and try to pet the cat
I wish I could make you see what I see. I wish I could erase all the pain and struggles that you’ve had throughout your short time on the planet. I wish you knew just how beautiful you are. I ache for you, everytime I see you in pain, just as I ache for my own daughter, when I see her in pain. But, like with her, there’s not a thing I can do because she chooses to be where she is.
I see so many of you young girls so very willing to put up with unimaginable amounts of bullshit from men, mainly because you don’t see any other option. I also wonder how horrible must I have been to my own daughter to make her prefer that kind of bullshit over the opportunity to get her life in order and become the most she can be.
Nothing can ever be solved in an instant. But I do know, from up here in the age range of the 40-somethings, that it does certainly begin with one step. One forward motion.
You want to see how beautiful you are? Look…just LOOK at your current profile picture. LOOK at that wonderful smile. Look at the expression of unadulterated glee on your lovely daughter’s angelic face.
It occurred to me, after you posting that you’re sorry for everything that perhaps I have not been the best kind of friend I could be. Maybe I haven’t asked the right questions…in order to help you in whatever way I could. So…here are the questions:
1. What do you want.
2. What do you need.
3. Where do you want to be.
I don’t have any answers, but I’m an excellent ear to shout into….and sometimes, just sometimes, I can find ideas or solutions where you might not have thought to look. So, beautiful you, never be afraid to call on me. I will do whatever I can to help you.
Hope really does come in many forms.
I love you.