To my oldest son,
There comes a time when every boy, on his way to becoming a young man, must try and fight the tide. It may take several battles, or it may take just once, but we all have to come to terms with the fact that the waves aren’t ours to control. Until that time comes, fight away son. There’s honor in the struggle, and there’s peace to be found in letting go.
Love,
Dad
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