“The child who obeys you out of fear will one day lie to you for freedom.”
- Niccolò Machiavelli
When a relationship is built only on control, obedience is just a short-term survival strategy—not real respect or loyalty.
People under strict authority quickly learn that honesty gets punished, so they start using deception to get some of their freedom back. In parenting and leadership alike, ruling through fear wrecks trust and forces people to hide the truth just so they can feel like they have any autonomy at all.
Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way? by taking heed thereto according to thy word.
With my whole heart have I sought thee: O let me not wander from thy commandments. - Psalm 119:10
And then a third bird appeared.
Not frail and weak, nor untamable and out of reach.
Its wings were white, and it bought its own water.
I thought, perhaps, I could nurture and care for it.
So I burned wild thorns and hallowed out the two old nests,
so it might stay to rest
The new bird sang in a tongue I did not know.
It grew too big to nest upon my shoulder.
And my hands—once enough—
could no longer hold water for its thirst.
I wondered if time had shaped them smaller—
or if this was the cost
of chasing the smaller bird away.
Over time, the beloved bird faded in importance, quietly replaced—not by its own fault. Money bought what was freely given, and a more mature bird took its place. Though its wings sheltered others and it spoke comely words, it was untamable and wild.
After some time, the bird matured. No longer was it frail. It began to fly. It drank water from my hand and ate from my head. Turning, it looked me in the eyes and thanked me for all I did. My shoulder became its nesting place. With quiet affection, I remembered it had found me.
I once found a bird—a timid and frail bird. Its eyes were white and truth was under its tongue. I found it in the midst of ravenous creatures and sheltered it from anything that would bring harm. Nothing that was mine was withheld from it. It ate the food from my hand.
Listening to old calypso and remembering how I started the year with my soon to be wife . Now , I’m trying to find meaning to life once again . It’s wild how nothing is ever fixed in this life .
As I hold my kid and kiss her on her forehead , I ask myself “ what would I given in exchange for this “ , but why should I have to trade it for something else ? Why can’t I have both ?
I’ve been in love three times , and every time I thought “ this is it “ . A rational man would err cautiously , but what’s the point when we can be naive ?!