What Motivates You?

Everyone has their motivation and these two are mine. My oldest Eliana (top) And youngest Samara.

Raising two daughters has changed me and grown me into the man and person I am today.

I wouldn’t change a thing in my past, even the things that have broken and crushed my spirit.

I can’t even begin to measure the pain.

Life isn’t a bed of roses, but even roses have thorns.

Now that I think about it, maybe life is a bed of roses after all.

Just a thought;

To get to the rose at the top of the stem you have to endure the thorns along the way.

This isn’t a negative view of life, but a sobering reality because it’s truth.

Or shouldn’t I talk about the tears shed while raising my daughter’s and at the same time deny my own humanity?

May it never be!

Because to deny or make little, the reality of life’s pain and suffering,

I would be setting my daughter’s up for failure and selling you short on the truth.

Unless you prefer me to tantalize your ears with dainty treats?

I love deeper and even harder now, because of them and they have taught me that it’s okay for men and dad’s to cry.

It’s okay,

You don’t have to listen to anything I have to say,

And I don’t need for anyone to like or comment, as if I need anyone’s approval.

Because in most people’s eyes, I’m a nobody.

But to my daughters, I’m a somebody,

And that’s all that really matters, right?

The promise I hold to and live my life by;

I’ll always keep it raw and real because life’s unedited and never candy-coated.

Or with my words shall I paint you a different picture, just so that you’ll like and follow me.

But I can’t.

Because if I attempt to sell you anything less, would be the equivalent of me denying my own daughter’s existence.

The truth,

I haven’t figured out everything, but what I have figured out I write about and sometimes I bleed words turning them into poetry.

Am I too raw and real for you?

Because all I am is a dad of two beautiful girls.

And that’s all I need to be at the end of the day.

Just think about it,
Bradford Lee Mace

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