Approvalseek
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If you'll join me for a moment to understand the dichotomy of power between my parents. Perhaps the same is true for you, on some level.
I feel as though my parents are Princess Peach who feels completely helpless and needs someone to save her, and Bowser, who doesn't understand the madness to the method but continues to hoard the Princess out of habit. Respectively of course, my Mom is the Princess, and my Dad is Bowser.
Every part of me wants to free the Princess from Bowser's clutches, however, unlike tradition, I'm not Mario. I assert myself more as Luigi, not vested to the Princess' heart, but rather just happy to see her fulfil her inner desires in whatever way suitable for her.
And also unlike tradition, I wan't the best for Bowser. I want to see him understand what he does. I want him to see that a life of dungeon, or fear dwelling is not a necessity. I want to sit with him and tell him of my vulnerabilities. I want to know and feel who's under the shell. Maybe Bowser's Dad came home, drunk, and beat his wife in front of their 4 children, I don't know! However, Bowser must not be all bad, I know there's pain behind that fire breathing mask.
I cannot become violent, it's against my nature, That's much more Mario's style anyways. When I've chosen to endeavour the caverns of history. My tongue ties, and I can't talk my way through the dungeon, because I have not the words. So for now, i've repaired into the open air and far away from the sounds of dripping water onto the dungeon floor.
I'll leave this analogy with a quote from Friedrich Nietzsche who said, "he who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster, for when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you."
I feel as though my parents are Princess Peach who feels completely helpless and needs someone to save her, and Bowser, who doesn't understand the madness to the method but continues to hoard the Princess out of habit. Respectively of course, my Mom is the Princess, and my Dad is Bowser.
Every part of me wants to free the Princess from Bowser's clutches, however, unlike tradition, I'm not Mario. I assert myself more as Luigi, not vested to the Princess' heart, but rather just happy to see her fulfil her inner desires in whatever way suitable for her.
And also unlike tradition, I wan't the best for Bowser. I want to see him understand what he does. I want him to see that a life of dungeon, or fear dwelling is not a necessity. I want to sit with him and tell him of my vulnerabilities. I want to know and feel who's under the shell. Maybe Bowser's Dad came home, drunk, and beat his wife in front of their 4 children, I don't know! However, Bowser must not be all bad, I know there's pain behind that fire breathing mask.
I cannot become violent, it's against my nature, That's much more Mario's style anyways. When I've chosen to endeavour the caverns of history. My tongue ties, and I can't talk my way through the dungeon, because I have not the words. So for now, i've repaired into the open air and far away from the sounds of dripping water onto the dungeon floor.
I'll leave this analogy with a quote from Friedrich Nietzsche who said, "he who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster, for when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you."
