My Father And My Soul
English Fundamentals
MY FATHER AND MY SOUL
When I was a little kid, I had so many questions about life. My parents had a hard time raising me because of my questions about everything. I wondered in what kind of world people steal, kill, hurt and betray each other. However, not many of my questions were answered. Even though my parents knew the answers, they kept them away from me as if they wanted me to find out for myself. On my way trying to find the answers, I also knew what kind of person my dad is. My dad isn’t that outgoing person; he doesn’t talk unless he needs to say something. He is shorter than average with thin body and brown skin covered with short white hair on his head to go along with his short white beard. He is so calm and understanding that I have never seen him yell or complain about anything, and the only way he expresses his anger is by leaving the house for an hour or two. When I reached 18, it made sense to me why he was leaving the house whenever an argument started heating up. I couldn’t really understand the way he kept his anger inside and never showed it to anyone. I knew it was just another question to be buried in my unconsciousness. Although my dad has never yelled or been angry at me or my brothers, that never really made us feel like he was weak. Rather, we felt his strength. Of course, any father can yell and spin awful words around the house, but not any father can take control of his house without being negative. I admire my dad for his way of living and I want to be like him in so many ways but being patience, understanding and forbearance is not as easy as it seems with him. How can I see people hating me for no reason and not hating them back? The world is filled with haters, self-centered fools, psychopaths, violent criminals and how am I supposed to separate myself from them? I see hate all around me and I can’t fight back.
After a long time thinking, I
MY FATHER AND MY SOUL
When I was a little kid, I had so many questions about life. My parents had a hard time raising me because of my questions about everything. I wondered in what kind of world people steal, kill, hurt and betray each other. However, not many of my questions were answered. Even though my parents knew the answers, they kept them away from me as if they wanted me to find out for myself. On my way trying to find the answers, I also knew what kind of person my dad is. My dad isn’t that outgoing person; he doesn’t talk unless he needs to say something. He is shorter than average with thin body and brown skin covered with short white hair on his head to go along with his short white beard. He is so calm and understanding that I have never seen him yell or complain about anything, and the only way he expresses his anger is by leaving the house for an hour or two. When I reached 18, it made sense to me why he was leaving the house whenever an argument started heating up. I couldn’t really understand the way he kept his anger inside and never showed it to anyone. I knew it was just another question to be buried in my unconsciousness. Although my dad has never yelled or been angry at me or my brothers, that never really made us feel like he was weak. Rather, we felt his strength. Of course, any father can yell and spin awful words around the house, but not any father can take control of his house without being negative. I admire my dad for his way of living and I want to be like him in so many ways but being patience, understanding and forbearance is not as easy as it seems with him. How can I see people hating me for no reason and not hating them back? The world is filled with haters, self-centered fools, psychopaths, violent criminals and how am I supposed to separate myself from them? I see hate all around me and I can’t fight back.
After a long time thinking, I