“We were not put on this world to be perfect, we were put here to try.”How does that sentence make you feel? When the words entered into my ears, they acted like scissors, cutting away the strings that were attached to the burden boulders that were dragging me down. I am the perfect imperfection.
What is a father? Does having a child make you a father?
Ownership alone shouldn’t quality, just having a title isn’t good
Tears, pain, joy, laughter, acceptance and surrender
These are the measurement of fatherhood.
Let’s Journey together and find the Genuine Gems of life, we are the ones to do it!
Refresh As the outside air enters my body, it dries my organs. Each exchange of oxygen makes the whole of me scorched, an internal desert. My body contracts, each extremity tightening as the organs turn to dust. The glass cup splashes with waves, splashing up each side as the water tap creates a vertical tsunami….