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Why I Chose Not to Meet My Father
A story told with careful reflection
I aim to tell this story with careful reflection. Many people reading this, will be affected by it, have an opinion on it based on their own lives and their own relationships. Some of the opinions that went into making this decision, may be unpopular or disagreeable to many who read this. I would like to tell this story regardless. Please read on knowing that this is my story and no one else's. I will try to tell this story, conveying emotion, but still maintain some decorum.
Given the title, you might realise that achieving this might be difficult.
I am now a (relatively)happy, independent 27-year-old. I have friends and loved ones, work that I enjoy (most of the time), I have traveled and met incredible people. I know who I am. I know what my principles and beliefs are and I know what I want my life to look like in the future.
But like everyone else, my life has had high points and low points. I think it is a hazard of the human condition that we all believe our own problems are the most serious, that our own lives have been more traumatic than other peoples. I am afraid, whether it is true or not, I also suffer from this aspect of the human condition.
