When I was younger, I noticed my dad was always soliloquizing... Always having monologues at random and odd hours...
And I always wondered why because I didn't want him to wake up a mad man on one of those mornings...
Now I understand...
I understand that it was his way of keeping sane to fight the hustle and bustle that every single day brings on, to procure the rudiments of survival in a world that's as salty as the waters. It was his way of forging ahead, making plans and battling those demons that stood in his way. It was his way of thinking deep and hard on life's lessons, cross checking the risks, sieving out the loss and implementing the gain... It was his way of getting by, having a productive day and telling the tales... It was his way of trying his utmost best to provide our needs... It was his way of protecting us
To a child, it was ‘madness'
To a person that understands, it was ‘sanity' at it's peak
I respect him now for all his ‘madness' in my tiny six year old brain
I respect my father...
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