Why I Really Love My Daddy: A Lesson on Finding Joy in Simple Things and Places

My dad always taught me to enjoy what God has given me. If I am in the middle of a forest with a tent, a few things to eat, and a radio by my side, life is good. I am content. Like nature, I only need what I need to feel good, attain beautiful memories of consciousness and love, and nothing more.

Memories are everything, he tells me all the time. Doing good things for people is in his soul deep down and rooted to his core like a tree. And the branches are all of his ideas, while all the little leaves are his many humble accomplishments.

To accomplish something is to give to someone and only want their smile in return. Of course givers hunger for seeing the happiness in others! It’s a great joy, like watching kids open presents on Christmas.

If you’re a giver and at times, ridiculed for being such, remember that those who give less only have their judgement to offer to those who give more. It’s a form of jealously that goes way back to childhood and being a kid handling a bully. Show a bully love and forgiveness, and you instantly become bigger and smarter and hopefully affective in helping and guiding that bully towards healing his or her own misinterpretations.

When I was a kid I was taught that I could fly, and I still feel that way in life. I can fly and soar and conquer and truly live a fulfilled life. It’s all up to me. No bounds. No more doubts. And I just want to give a very special and big thank you to my Dad. I love you.

Part II coming soon (Why I really love my mama) ❤️❤️❤️