Midnight thoughts.

By VIJAY

 Not being responsible is also being responsible; it’s just being responsible for not being able to be responsible enough to be expressing of not at all being responsible.

There is so much responsibility in being a husband and a father. I don't want that responsibility; I wouldn't waste my entire life for it. (How can you be a man without responsibility?) Well, fuck it — I know that I am not capable enough to bear that, so I am expressing that I don't want to get into that and somehow cry or blame others for what happened to me.

Tomorrow or together, I'd be happy living alone, caring for myself. I don't want to be a failed husband or father; I'd rather die in my own misery by being single. Most men marry for the sake of fucking, and love comes in between — and now the unwanted being happens, and you don't even have time to make yourself happy. You start being responsible without actually knowing what actual responsibility is.

No freedom for the child, nor does he receive enough love. You don't pass anything except your misery to them. And you call that life.

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