To My Unborn Child

07/02/2022 – To My Unborn Child

All our lives, from all various angles, we have been advised to come first...

To win and bring home the gold,

to strike first,

to race towards that promotion and opportunity.

To my unborn child,

I tell you: come last—because in my eyes, you will always be first.

First above everything in my known existence.

Strike last, allowing you to understand your attacker's motives and agendas, naturally giving you an upper hand.

Run last, to allow you to keep running the rest of your life.

Gold, silver, and bronze come and go,

but you will still remain— whilst their victory may potentially haunt them for years to come.

Be the last to speak, to allow room to listen— soaking up the useful information where available, and discarding the trash where necessary.

Do not push towards that promotion.

Instead, take your time to look around.

Stop and smell the roses.

Look upon the shoreline.

Close your eyes.

Envision your potential decisions:

Are you happy to go ahead? Then go ahead.

If not, then don’t.

Your father is 27 years of age as he writes this.

Perhaps he will have more to say in future—or perhaps less.

The inevitable continuation of life experience will tell us more at a later time.

Love - Dad.