Once upon a time, there was a man named Alex. Ever since he was a child, his life seemed to be filled with scattered moments. From the moment he gained the ability to understand, he witnessed his family constantly fighting with each other. Although his parents did love him, they often devoted most of their time and attention to his elder brother, Robert, who was notorious for his mischief. Alex would silently shed tears, not wanting anyone, especially his parents, to bear the burden of his pain.
Alex always tried to be well-behaved, fearing that his actions might cause his parents to hear unpleasant things about him from others. However, luck was not on his side when it came to finding the love he longed for. He eventually got married, but the relationship lacked the deep connection he yearned for. Instead, he found himself burdened with the pressures of survival. His wife, who had never been interested in marriage, held orthodox beliefs, adding further strain to their union. His children, influenced by their mother, saw him as an irresponsible and indifferent father. They blamed him for every problem they faced, making him feel inadequate.
Despite these circumstances, Alex continued to strive to provide for his family. He did his best to meet their needs, although they rarely desired anything beyond material comforts. His children failed to appreciate his efforts, focusing solely on the financial aspect of their father’s role. Meanwhile, Alex’s friends would laugh at him behind his back, adding to his sense of isolation.
Yet, over time, Alex realized that his life would not be an easy one. He understood that true happiness would be a rarity, and so he practiced not expecting anything from anyone. He learned to go with the flow of time, finding solace in celebrating his small successes and learning from his failures. Alex knew that he would not receive the love and healing he longed for from others. Therefore, he chose to face his prolonged scars alone.
As a man, Alex continued to provide for his family, striving to keep them happy and attend to their needs. However, they rarely needed his emotional presence. Respect and love were not bestowed upon him, as he was compared with other more successful men. Aware of his failures, he carried on with a smile on his face, hiding his pain and crying silently within.
With time, Alex learned to accept the reality of his life, which had begun in his childhood. Although his story did not end in overwhelming joy, it carried an important message. Life goes on, and time has the power to heal our wounds. The key lies in going with the flow of life, accepting its ups and downs, and finding the strength to move forward. Alex understood this, and through his quiet perseverance, he embodied the resilience of the human spirit.