Philosophy Has Forgotten About Children

I Can't Say I'm Thankful About Being German Because I Sometimes Experience It As A Huge Burden. But It Is An Integral Part Of Me And I Wouldn't Want To Escape It. I Have Accepted It.

Sometimes I Had The Feeling That All Of Us In His Family Were Like Pets To Him. The Dog You Take For A Walk, The Cat You Play With And That Curls Up In Your Lap, Purring, To Be Stroked - You Can Be Fond Of Them, You Can Even Need Them To A Certain Extent, And Nonetheless The Whole Thing - Buying Pet Food, Cleaning Up The Cat Box, And Trips To The Vet - Is Really Too Much. Your Life Is Elsewhere.

I Took All The Blame. I Admitted Mistakes I Hadn't Made, Intentions I'd Never Had. Whenever She Turned Cold And Hard, I Begged Her To Be Good To Me Again, To Forgive Me And Love Me. Sometimes I Had The Feeling That She Hurt Herself When She Turned Cold And Rigid. As If What She Was Yearning For Was The Warmth Of My Apologies, Protestations, And Entreaties. Sometimes I Thought She Just Bullied Me. But Either Way, I Had No Choice.

I'm Not Frightened. I'm Not Frightened Of Anything. The More I Suffer, The More I Love. Danger Will Only Increase My Love. It Will Sharpen It, Forgive Its Vice. I Will Be The Only Angel You Need. You Will Leave Life Even More Beautiful Than You Entered It. Heaven Will Take You Back And Look At You And Say: Only One Thing Can Make A Soul Complete And That Thing Is Love.

Is This What Sadness Is All About? Is It What Comes Over Us When Beautiful Memories Shatter In Hindsight Because The Remembered Happiness Fed Not Just On Actual Circumstances But On A Promise That Was Not Kept?