Rues of Roo

Here I am, Mickey!

Somewhere along the way, your view is skewed. Your vision changes. Dreams become things for those who are talentless, and creativity gives way to practicality. Your hopes are pinned on the smaller things, and perhaps even your expectations get lower by the hour let alone by the days. Let downs are more than real. People, things that are only devices to disappoint. Friends, merely accomplices in this journey of life that brings no more happiness than it does the inevitability of failure.

Green eyed naivity is not a commodity, but is stupidity, cynicism is the language of your world. Nothing can be done, unless you do it yourself, and there is no free love, just free hate, and in abundance. Hey, there’s enough for everyone. Your rut is there to stay. It’s a song in a minor key and there’s no changing chords. Success is for Hollywood. And even then you’ll just die a miserable, lonely death. Especially if you play gay.

I am only in awe… (though my father doesn’t seem so impressed)

Your passion is a hobby, not a lifestyle, and your wide eyed view of the future is childish. While you may begin to have grand plans and noble ideas, how many have tried and failed before you? How many have succeeded pursuing the dreams of their hearts? Don’t look forward, but learn from your mistakes, learn from the past, do not challenge the boundaries. Stay within them.

Where’s Mickey? (the father seems concerned with other things)

You think you can change the world? An astronaut? You want to discover the cure for cancer? No. You’ll be an accountant. Or a lawyer. You’ll go to school, and play the piano, and go to university. Get a degree and work in an office. You’ll talk about your life in the past always, and reminisce about the good times you had back then when you had real friends and life didn’t get so complicated. You’ll start work at 9, and end at 5. Hopefully you’ll get married, have some kids. 2. Watch a lot of TV.

Praise Mickey!

You will always want more money.

You will have aches and pains and disabilities. You will grow old and weary. You will become insignificant, even more insignificant than when you had a job. You will be discarded by the very children you raised. You will be unappreciated and lonely. And one day it will all end, before you thought it had even begun.

Daddy’s head doesn’t taste nice…