Bro I was literally trying to put my daughter to bed last night when she decided she basically decided she was gonna play up and refuse to go to sleep. She wasn’t nasty or defiant, she just burst into a ball of tears like something wasn't quite right so I gave her 10 minute long hug.
It was the longest 10 minutes of my life, because all I could think about was getting this moment right here where I could carve 20 minutes out of my typically exhausting day to write my reflections. It’s kinda crazy because in that 10 minutes I found myself hugging my daughter I found the very thing I was going to reflect upon.
These past few days I’ve been struggling to articulate my relationship with the life and world I left behind to become a father. I tried to write about how weird it feels to connect with a culture that seemingly mocks the poor, the week and the ordinary in celebration of those whom we have decided hold the highest bidding cards in our society.
I’ve discovered that at some point in my life growing up as a teenager and young adult, I too was a part of this culture and in a way…I struggle to admit that maybe I still am. It’s not good enough to just have a phone or be fully clothed from head to toe so as not to cause offence. If we’re not somebody it’s an embarrassment to be a nobody, and the way this works is we cuss our way down the ladder until we get to the bottom rung. The lowest of the low. We get cussed from the highest ranks of celebrities above and so to avoid embarrassment we cuss whomever is sitting below us.
Hugging my daughter when I would have rather been here typing away reminded me how I nearly lost my life in an attempt to chase this *sigh* clout that we’ve all been convinced to fight over. This is a reflection that really highlights what my next song is gonna be about, and I’m really hoping I’ve given you the chance to really get the gist of it when it finally lands.
Comments