[My View - 001] A Drunkard’s Moral Failure: A Child’s Perspective

 When emotions surge through one’s heart, they either leave a magical spark on an agonizing bonfire or create a barren and infertile heart from which bitter weeds sprout. This is the heart of a drunkard. A drunkard father is oblivious to his surroundings. He does not know the profound impact he is laying on others’ lives. Every day, he spits out wicked words from his mouth, turning fruitful hearts into arid stones.

If people in the neighbourhood and his peers long for his disappearance, how would his family feel? Although the drunkard father’s relatives’ hearts would be sorrowful, the main family member being impacted is the father’s child. A drunkard’s child can either choose to inherit these awful traits or choose to live their own life. While being swept away, a father and a child’s relationship is like a tea bag—you do not know how strong it is unless you brew it. But when one of the people in the relationship decides to leave, the relationship fades away and only leaves behind marks of misery and ashes.

Every evening, when the drunkard stumbles to the bar, he enjoys his time and does not return until the next afternoon. When the children ask their mother about their father’s work or his daily life, what can the mother respond with except a flood of tears? Miserable tears do not represent sorrow; they represent a scar in the heart that only heals with a beam of love.

When we say a drunkard father is morally failing, we mean his character is fading away. Character is the only difference between a human and a non-living object. Our character is what defines us as people. Without character, one is just a grain of sand in a desert. Every person has a different character. People’s characters can vary from aggressive and brutal to intelligent and composed. But what if you do not have character? That is the character of a drunkard.

When the child sees her comrade pass by with her father laying a compassionate arm on his child’s shoulder, the drunkard father’s child would feel as though a bullet has been shot through her heart. Love is more than an emotion; it is the compassion and tenderness that encompass one’s mind and heart.

In summary, I personally feel that without relationships and love, we would not be standing where we are now. Without family, especially parents, the character in our souls would not be able to form, and without a loving father, we would not be able to truly live. Love is the glue that connects all people in our world together. So, as a world, let us show small acts of love and kindness to others day by day. As affection sprouts through the flower beds of our hearts, we change people’s perceptions of the world and their interactions with peers. Love is a beacon guiding us through the darkest alleyways.