Today felt like a Dirty Day. The words in one of my favorite cuts off the very underrated Zooropa album were source of comfort in my day of exhaused chaos. The amazing thing about Dirty Day is that reminds me of my father and how, even though he's far from me, he influences me daily. He's within me. He's part of me. The good and the bad.
This year I've only learned to not only forgive my loved ones but also myself for our past indiscretions. I used to hold mi amigos and mi familia up to this unattainable standards. I held myself to this same unrealistic moral compass. I've let go of a lot of these demons. It hasn't been easy. This is why I feel like I connect with Dirty Day. U2 shows it's greatness in imperfect classics like Dirty Day.
"You're looking for explanations
I don't even understand
If you need someone to blame
Throw a rock in the air
You'll hit someone guilt "
My father and I talked today because I like to hear his thoughts and opinions. I really would love us to have a constant dialogue about our world, politics, issues and life in general. The great thing is that we rarely agree but I look forward to his unique insights.
From father to son
In one life has begun
A work that's never done
Father to son "
I just hate for him to think that I'm like mis hermanos who only call mis padres when they need money. That's not me. I truly hate asking them for anything. They've done so much for me and my brothers that they deserve their own space and happiness.
I hope he knows this.
