Fear is the mother of morality.

I’m sure we’ve all felt limited at times. Hell, right now I feel extremely limited by everything. At first I thought it was my lifestyle, but I changed that. Now it seems it is the people around me that limit me. Some don’t even mean to.. I’m not sure why I feel that I’m halted in my spirit. I’m at a wall and can’t move past it. 

Every day I get the urge to consistently meditate, but I feel awkward just being like.. “Peace girlfrand, going to medidate.” when I know she doesn’t really have any set views on it. I’m starting to wonder how relationships effect the spirit as a whole. Love is a great thing, but when one isn’t open to another’s views it seems that that person is hindered.. “limited” if you will. 

I feel the need to move forward both in life, and the relationships I have. I’m not really sure what to do about it either.

I suppose I’ll be back to Tumblr. While it is disheartening to hardly find anyone that legitimately writes on this website I suppose I’ll continue contributing. 

I believe since the last time I posted on here I hadn’t learned of the fact that I was to be a father and while I am sitting here waiting.. my little boy could come at any point this month. It makes me ecstatic, but at the same time it makes me slightly worried. A few of the decisions me and my girlfriend have made revolving around this child have been very difficult. I personally believe they are for the best, but what worries me the most is my girlfriend. She’s always been the quiet type, it’s hard to understand her at times. Oh well, we will see how things go. 

We decided on the name Abraham Oliver. Abraham means father of a multitude. Oliver means offering of peace. When my sister suggested Abraham I wondered about what name would go well with that. Then bam.. Oliver. In a way I can only hope my child brings peace to multitudes. This world needs more peaceful individuals. 

I conclude with a note to you dear Abraham Oliver, 

I just watched you and your mother walk by. You’ll probably not be a morning person. Your mother and I tend to be pretty cranky. You already look beautiful regardless of the fact that I can’t see anything but a big basketball protruding from your mothers stomach. I hope you know how much I love you. I hope you know how much I care. This world has a way of not being totally fair, but I know it will be fair to someone as sweet as you will be. Stay strong, and please become creative, intuitive, and the human that mother earth intended you to be. Follow your instincts. 

Your mother wants a peanut butter and jelly now.. I must go. 

Dad