My father is the best example of a stoic. His very life reflects it. He is a good father and husband to his wife, he sees that as being a good enough goal in life worthy of everyones respect.
And yet he does not deny the reality of pain. He does not hide behind a gun or harbor feelings of aggression, nor does he have a deep hatred for people.. that I know of. That is a false
portrait of manhood anyway.
He does not hide his feelings like me in ideas and philosophy. He does not have any aspirations to become known for his mind and for his words of insight.
To have a wife and family was enough for him. And he did well in those vocations of life.
Better than myself I'll say.
I have been strung up in the lonely world of myself too long to remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem