A regular man

There is a story about a man. Just a regular man, not specially tall, or smart, or funny. An average man.

As any other man in the world, he had a father, and also a mother. He loved his mother and his mother loved him. He deeply hated his father, and his father hated him.

His mother was a kind woman, always smiling, always tender. The father was a terrible person. He beat his son, insulted him... That man despised his son.

Several years later, when the man of our history was 30 or 35 years old, the mother died. That kind and tender mother who had loved him and who had cared for him, simply passed away. During the burial, trying to remember things he had in common, or beautiful memories of her, the man discovered himself totally incapable of crying.

And even more several years later, when our man was 50 years old, his father passed away. That terrible father who had made our man's life miserable, who had beaten him, caught a fatal condition, and died. But in the father's funeral, and during the very burial of the corpse, our man discovered that he was completely unable of not crying. As if he were a child, he was completely broken.

Why was that? Why not a single tear after his mother died, but uncomfortable after the death of the father? Well, there is a little theory for that.

Our man had been guided all his life by the hate to his father. To lose his mother was hard, obviously, but an act of nature (you know, young Hamlet, this is nature: all what is alive come to an end and is succeed for another thing)... However, to lose his father, to lose the source of his hate and the very reason for him to live... Probably was too much.

So this is the lesson of today. Don't let your emotions become so powerful that when you lose the source, your life become empty and void.