On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
“PERDONA ME MAMI.
I was just playing soccer with the boys in the yard.”
I didn’t know it then, but we were poor. My mom would be furious when I came back from
playing with the boys with grass stains & knee tears in my pants.
That’s all I had to play in and, well, I had to play.
“Papi siempre se iba a la chingada… hasta que me dieron ganas de alcanzarlo.”
The older I get,
the more this framework has saved me from hating myself later.
We’ve all been there. Raging. Scrolling. Legs numb. Just me?
We struggle to articulate our thoughts and arguments. But there’s that perfect meme that will encapsulate the exact thing we’re thinking in the most passive-aggressive way imaginable.
Now, if I can just find it.
All I wanted was my pops' attention and maybe some affection as a little boy.
Other 40-somethings: Buy Lambo.
Me: Buy new Drawing Tablet, and brushes, and paper, and textures, and…
The world rewards the people who are the best at communicating ideas, not the people with the best ideas.
- David Perell
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.