Today someone asked me, “What is your passion in life”?
Hell, I had no answer at all. I thought about it for a while and couldn’t come up with a damned thing that I am really passionate about. Well, except for my two boys but then again what good parent is not passionate about their children.
Right now I am in an empty void in my life. I wake up and think to my self, “What the fuck is this shit all about”? Meaning life as it is, I sit on the edge of the bed dreading to have to get up and do the shit all over again.
I get my fat ass up and walk out to the front room and there are my two silly ass boys getting into some shit they know damned well they ain’t supposed to be in and I fucking smile my ass off and give them both a big hug and tell them I love them.
There, right there is when I realize that’s why I am doing this shit all over again another fucking day. I have to, I mean if I don’t who the fuck else is gonna love them better then their own father.
So my only passion in life, I guess, is to raise my boys and make sure they have what I never had. Someone that they know for damned sure is going to be there for them. Someone who is going love them no matter what the fuck they do. Someone they can go to when they have a life problem that they need help with. Someone who is gonna crack their asses when they do wrong and then explain why I did it.
So yeah, that’s it, that’s is my passion in life is my boys and it fucking sucks ass that I am just now realizing this shit. Oh, and when I get up and see them getting in to shit. :-D
As for me, who knows? Maybe when they are grown up and ready to take of them self’s, then maybe I’ll start to live a life again.
Well, that’s it so let me get my ass back to work before I remotely start to get fucking misty eyed. To the rest of you… get the fuck off of the damned computers and go live your fucking life’s while you still got it.
