People advised me while growing up that I should “live” my life fully before getting children, because once I have children, I will not have any “free”, I will not have time for myself and for my hobbies… these people observed everything from the third perspective…

I have never been told how all of my senses can perceive ultimate pleasure and orgasm by experiencing the look on my child’s eye becoming aware of what I’m showing her.

Everything stops mattering when my heart and soul is fulfilled by the smile of the little one.

the polarity of the self and other that I’ve been fighting for many years just dissolved by holding my kid in my arms and her putting her ear on my chest to listen to my heart beat.

People told me I won’t get a good night sleep in the first years of being a father. They didn’t mention how I feel alive and fresh every day I wake up and be there for her from the moment she opens her eyes.

A man with a child is a man with a purpose. A man with a purpose is unstoppable and fucking alive.

I relearned what it meant to belong, to long for the moment I wake up and seek to cuddle with the only human being on this planet that trusts me with their full heart… longing for letting someone’s heart rest on mine and let them both float in peace… longing for being with the only human being that actually loves me and forgives me for being as broken as I am.