The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.
For me, the day I found out why was over 11 years ago. My calling in life, above everything else, is to be a father.
No person. No woman. No – nothing will ever come in front of that. Ever. No event will ever change that purpose in me. I see with crystal clear vision and focus in this area.
I lead. I play. I laugh. I talk. I listen. I care. I love.
I Love them so much it overwhelms me to even know I can possibly Love anything so much. As much as I do, for my girls.
I work extremely hard. When I say hard, I don’t think you really fathom how hard. We all work hard, sometimes. But My career is a fucking gold standard. I became an executive in my 30s only through perseverance, hard work, staking my claim, and repeating this every goddamn day for as far back as I can remember.
But work gets my attention on nights and weekends only after I am a father for the day, first.
Men who mail it in this area are human waste as far as I am concerned. Women too. I have absolutely not one ounce of respect for a TV dad. Fuck him. When his kids come of age, he will get his payback in some form. Maybe a loser kid. Maybe a kid who sees him for who he really is. A selfish piece of shit.
Me? I will never know that feeling.
This is by far the single thing I am most proud of. I may talk a lot about adult-themed ideas in this blog, but this post has no undertones that fit with the blog theme.
Other than Passion.
Passion. Carry it everywhere.
You will be a better person for it, and so will those who depend on you.