Parent yourself Young One
Parent yourself Young One Look past your shoulder, there’s nobody there. I know they were before, but they aren’t now. No one is there to punish you, or praise you – both of which seem such gracious luxuries. How wonderful it would be for actions to be good, or bad, or have consequence. You have been cursed with setting those bars yourself. Your parents have failed, as all do, but your parents failed so greatly, they died. And still they try to take you with them. Great concrete coffins filled with metal urns parade around, mocking us with our frenzy. Dust, desperate to dry out. More powder with which to want for things those same parents destroyed themselves with. You almost made a grand mistake. One that would have wasted more of that precious youth. Desperate to feel that consequence you first tried to make your own parent from ideals and rules. When that failed, you tried to steal the parents of those around you who were busy failing the children they...