the tyrant

Most boys and even men don’t have a great relationship with their fathers. Or perhaps they do. I’d never know. I would just keep guessing. And mostly while I am guessing, it is good for me to suppose that no, they don’t. No man likes his father. Why not? Because most men either compete with their father or try to go in as different a direction as it is humanly possible. Fathers must not be liked. They are not here to be liked or loved. They are rather tyrants who have been put on Earth to put obstacles on our paths. Or wait… I might be wrong. Fathers are to be respected, loved, and revered. What would I know anyway…

The thing is I would give anything to find out. I would give all to find out how does it feel to argue with the father… to love him… to hate him… to respect and venerate him. But all I see when I look towards the father’s tyranny, or towards his love for that matter, is an emptiness. An emptiness inhabited by the hot winds of desert. I won’t ever know what it is to be loved, cared for, protected by, or even oppressed by the father. But I can find out how it feels to bathe in the blood of those who took that away.

-MR