Diary Game Season 3|June 21,2021|Tatay's Tale
If I would describe my Tatay in one picture. It would be the typical bukid farmer. Old fashion still, manual laborer just like this Arden inspiration to this Filipino artwork.
How many carabaos he owned, he couldn't count. Always had to let go of some if it couldn't be used for plowing. So today even if he don't plow anymore, he couldn't live without one. He make sure he have carabao to tend to as if his body is used to wake up early in the morning and visit his beast. All of his days he farm root crops. He tilted the soil. Sow the seeds, let them grow. Clean the weeds and wait. Lot of waiting there was and there is. Patient until the harvest.
But the other side of being hardworking was his vice of being a drunkard and the excessive smoking, to the point that we his children had to loan in a sari sari store for cigarettes for him. I just couldn't get it. I hated that part of him. He always was drunk and if he was drunk our home was not peaceful at all. I could hear the fighting of our parents. The cries of our mother and us. I couldn't get it but time goes by and it builds into more hatred. I prayed for a better father, but I failed. I should have prayed to God my father to change his ways. But anyway that was the past, I already forgiven him for that.
Today, he is my best of friends. I have learned so much from him. He was best in his own ways but worst at some but he is my father. I love him. He is my teacher to the best of living simply and how to be content of what a single day brings. Who knows how to work hard and enjoy after the labor. No pressure just simple life. Who knows how to endure hardships but did stay there because he live a simple life he is not bothered by anything else but farm life. I wonder what are those dreams he had other than what he has?
In the end, I am a struggling to be better child. Honoring our father despite of there shortcomings is a day to day walk. But anyway if our source of love is from our Father in Heaven, then all of the love we can share to others and to ourselves will be enough.
PANDEMIC LIFE.FAITHFUL.GRATEFUL.HOPEFUL.
I love your post sis. True indeed, all of us here on this lifetime are struggling to be perfect no one is exempted including our own loved one's most specially our parents. I too for one am not close to my father but as I grew older and hence wiser, I now only look for the positive things he has taught me. I let go of all his imperfections which I have been carrying for such a long time and it really affected me.
Only when I learned to let go of the past and think of only the good things then my life became so much better.
I understand that we do have a much greater Father and that is our Creator. Much love to you sis and to your family as well.
I love your cover photo, Life in the farm and in the province is truly what everyone wishes to have nowadays. Lucky you because you are living everyone's dream.
Thank you for dropping lovely comment friend. Indeed, as time pass we become wiser. We learn to accept the things that we are not able to change. Letting go and forgiveness is the best feeling. It is freeing. How I wish I am at our province right now, but not yet. Have to work in the city for a while. God bless.
Belated happy father's day to your father @amayphin.
And to you friend belated happy father's day
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