Taken from Archive 18, memory cluster 89.37.82.
"...Because we conform to lives we know hold no meaning, to obtain a measure of peace we all seek, but few rarely find.
So you can't tell me what I should do? What you want me to do?
Just because I'm your father doesn't mean I guide your life. I tell you how to get to the junction, but I can't tell you which path to take. Join the military, go to college, get married, pump out kids? I can't force you to do that.
You're a damn good father, you know that?
Only because you understand that I don't love you because I have to. I love you because I can. I've come to respect you as an individual. Son or not, I learned early on to see past these petty differences.
Aimless and wondering in the ocean. Would you love a child who turned into a monster?
Would you?
What kind of question is that?
You asked. Look, it's not about making me proud, or proving anything to anybody. You will make mistakes. You will live. You will die. How happy you are in life depends on whether or not you can accept the truths you set out for yourself.
Cryptic, as always.
If you were coming to me because of my age, I'm afraid I can't impart on you the boundaries of my infinite wisdom.
For I am much too young to know...
You're never to young too live..."
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