Taxidiary.blogspot.com
When I read this blogtaxidiary.blogspot.com,
it's a very bittersweet kind of a feeling, like dark chocolate. Less of the pleasure, more of the empathy.
I don't think he needs our sympathy. Rather, we are educated through his perspective.
My dad's a taxi driver too, who was retrenched from his previous job in a logistic firm when I was born. However he, being one of a lesser character, does not muse about these experiences with such introspectivity. It congealed to make him a bitter hard man, that hoped that his children would be instrumental in giving his sufferings a reprieve. My mother undertook the task of providing for the family, but her lack of tact made it difficult for him to acknowledge her instrumental role in public.
But the taxi blogger's perspective, moved me to tears. I can see how difficult it was, and still is, for a man's aspirations to be crushed, and exposed to the flux of society.
Adagio for strings (Barber), moves me in the same way.
I don't resent my father. Instead, I see his humanity. I see my mother's strength, but I also see that she could have helped herself by supporting her husband not just financially, but in speech and spirit, and not put him down or say things to hurt him instead. Having said that, it is nevertheless impossible for her, at that time, to be able to do that, when there are hungry mouths and recalcitrant children to discipline.
Life's difficult. yet beautiful. La dolce vita.
posted by irritatingz.blogspot.com @ 7:39 PM
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