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As time progresses my respect, love, and admiration for my parents increases. They didn't do a perfect job, but they did it perfectly.

kangalioo 4y ago
They didn't do it perfectly but they did it perfectly? Do you have two different definitions for "perfect" and are mixing them?
- Cpoll 4y ago
  Sometimes you do a perfect job, and sometimes you do a bad job perfectly. But to avoid any more wordplay: Sometimes you need to use a flawed technique to achieve an end. You can execute that flawed technique perfectly, but that won't make it a perfect job.
  - FrankyHollywood 4y ago
    Indeed, the 'perfect path' in life is not perfect. Life has so many paths, everything is a trade off. Spent more time with your kids? You loose time with friends etc. Whatever you do or choose in life, it means you can't do all the other stuff. There were interesting comments about 'having regrets' previously: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=33118584 https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=33118584
- ryanianian 4y ago
  I think you've missed the poetry.
11235813213455 4y ago
what's also fun is "perfect" just means "done" from its latin roots
kybernetyk 4y ago
I completely agree with you. As we grow older and gain more life experiences, we are able to see and appreciate the hard work and sacrifices that our parents made for us. Even though they may not have done everything perfectly, their love and dedication to their family is truly admirable. It's important to recognize and show gratitude for their efforts and support.
hprotagonist 4y ago
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? Robert Hayden, "Those Winter Sundays"
- circlefavshape 4y ago
  Oh dear. This has made me a bit teary
  - hprotagonist 4y ago
    it worked!
nemo44x 4y ago
Once you have kids for yourself, only then can you finally realize how much your parents (hopefully) loved you.

kangalioo 4y ago

They didn't do it perfectly but they did it perfectly? Do you have two different definitions for "perfect" and are mixing them?

Cpoll 4y ago
Sometimes you do a perfect job, and sometimes you do a bad job perfectly. But to avoid any more wordplay: Sometimes you need to use a flawed technique to achieve an end. You can execute that flawed technique perfectly, but that won't make it a perfect job.
- FrankyHollywood 4y ago
  Indeed, the 'perfect path' in life is not perfect. Life has so many paths, everything is a trade off. Spent more time with your kids? You loose time with friends etc. Whatever you do or choose in life, it means you can't do all the other stuff. There were interesting comments about 'having regrets' previously: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=33118584 https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=33118584
ryanianian 4y ago
I think you've missed the poetry.

11235813213455 4y ago

what's also fun is "perfect" just means "done" from its latin roots

kybernetyk 4y ago

I completely agree with you. As we grow older and gain more life experiences, we are able to see and appreciate the hard work and sacrifices that our parents made for us. Even though they may not have done everything perfectly, their love and dedication to their family is truly admirable. It's important to recognize and show gratitude for their efforts and support.

hprotagonist 4y ago

Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? Robert Hayden, "Those Winter Sundays"

circlefavshape 4y ago
Oh dear. This has made me a bit teary
- hprotagonist 4y ago
  it worked!

nemo44x 4y ago

Once you have kids for yourself, only then can you finally realize how much your parents (hopefully) loved you.