Father, Mother
After forty years and twenty, a son nearing sixty finds himself longing to ask his parents—who lived what the world might call lives of failure—what it truly means to live, to endure, and to transcend despair.
After forty years and twenty, a son nearing sixty finds himself longing to ask his parents—who lived what the world might call lives of failure—what it truly means to live, to endure, and to transcend despair.
To You,
a span of a thousand years
is no more than a single day.
But to me,
that single day
is a thousand years of time.
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This is an honest monologue about a weary yet inseparable relationship with the One who demands everything while remaining silent to my own pleas—and about the paradoxical grace found within that very struggle.