Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Known Unknowns







Hank's letter to Becca

To my dear beautiful daughter,

I’m writing you a letter. That’s right, a good old fashioned letter. It’s a lost art, really. I have a confession to make. I didn’t like you very much at first. You were just this annoying little blob. You smelled nice, most of the time, but you didn’t seem to have much interest in me, which I of course found vaguely insulting. It was just you and your mom against the world. Funny how some things never change.

So I cruised along, doing my thing, acting the fool… Not really understanding how being a parent changes you. And I don’t remember the exact moment everything changed, I just know that it did. One minute I was impenetrable, nothing could touch me. The next, my heart was somehow beating outside my chest, exposed to the elements.

Loving you has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. In fact, it’s been almost too much to bear. As your father, I made a silent vow to protect you from the world, never realizing I was the one who would end up hurting you the most. When I flash forward, my heart breaks, mostly because I can’t imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride. How could you?

Your father is a child in a man’s body. He cares for nothing and everything at the same time. Noble in thought, weak in action. Something has to change. Something has to give. It’s getting dark, too dark to see.



Californication
Season Four Episode 2





PLAYBOY: Do you get the chance to ride your motorcycle much anymore?
DYLAN: I'm still very patriotic to the highway, but I don't ride my motorcycle too much anymore, no.
PLAYBOY: How do you get your kicks these days, then?
DYLAN: I hire people to look into my eyes, and then I have them kick me.
PLAYBOY: And that's the way you get your kicks?
DYLAN: No. Then I forgive them; that's where my kicks come in



who says what your potential is?

people work so hard their entire lives because they think they can do anything they set their mind to. everything and every second is “where do i go from here?” what is so wrong with being satisfied? so many people drag themselves along because they feel so much is expected of them that they just can’t do. or in some cases you do well in life but just feel you have to live up to the potential others have set for you. it’s inevitable that every living organism will always strive for more. people who say they live completely in and for the moment are blind to the situation. the future is unavoidable.

in other words, my parents are killing me.


from some random blog on the internets..