A Glitch In The Program

I'ma get straight to the point. The shit that I do won't truly have an effect on me. I do things that I know won't come back to harm me in any shape, form or fashion. I tend to not care about how people get treated as long as I don't end up in harm's way. Me and harm? We don't get along. Here's how I see it. I'm going to get mine. Now you can join the team and get yours too. BUT whether you do or don't? I'm DEFINITELY gonna get MINE. That's logical thinking right? That's survival of the fittest right? That's how I was raised.

So far the title of this piece hasn't even once touched the surface of the depth in which I want to take this. I have a daughter. Gorgeous little girl, light complexion with a smile that will brighten the room. Pleasant attitude when she's in a good mood. Recently began thinking, what am I going to say to her when she gets older? She's going to ask ONE question ======> "DADDY, WHY AREN'T YOU MARRIED?" I'm dreading that day but also looking forward to it.

Looking forward to it because then I know that she's reached the age in which I can truly teach her about the ways of life. Direct her in the right footsteps but also warn her of the many dangers that she could face along the way. She's my babygirl and I always want to protect her. Dreading that very same day because I have come to acknowledge that this person that I am? Isn't who I need to be.

I described how I can be in the initial paragraph. Cold, heartless, ambitiousness that serves self gratitude, not lacking emotion but the natural ability to display it. There was once a time I thought the world to be a place that had something positive to offer me. One day... One day I'd break some magical barrier and find that place. Well I found it... Shards of beautiful creations laid beside my 2012 Nike Hyperdunks.

SHATTERED.