The Road

I've just finished the Road and I'm so emotionally taxed, so sad.

I'm sorry that the child was born into such a cruel, soulless world, yet consistently found the good in others. Childish naivety, you say, but maybe he's right, look at the good in people. It's when times are favorable that doing good comes effortlessly, we don't even think about it, when things are hard we tend to think about evil, because we become evil to survive.

It's up to us whether we let hardship dictate how we talk and how we treat others. The child has never seen anything beautiful, his mother killed herself, he only knew his father's love and that was enough to make him see the good in other people.

I don't know if it's sad for me or for my child, but we shouldn't forget about anything, we've got it all, even more that we need. We're lucky, but are we're good? Are we cruel or are we indignant and if we are, why are we like that? On the other hand, he's a little child who wants to know the world. The fire in him is brightly and slowly, as he grows older, it dies out, and eventually our fire dies out as we grow older.

Is there a way to reconcilie with death? Was there enough time? I tried to teach you in the brief time we had what you need to learn but please talk to me when you feel the need to. I will be here for you forever, I will watch over you and see you always as my child.

As you age, reflections will reveal the fulfillment of having a family, children, and a dog to care for, preserving the flame and passing it on. You have become a man. I love you, and I am immensely proud of you.