Sometimes it’s much easier to look outside of ourselves to find explanations for our own pain, our own failures, our own disappointments….rather than looking inward and taking responsibility for our actions. It would be much easier if luck, or God or genetics, or some unthinkable sin or magical spell just made us who we are. It would be much easier wouldn’t it? Easier than figuring out who we are on our own, and the fact that we can be many things. Rageful and kind, strong and weak, sad and bereft–but not afraid to go forward. It can be a burden or a blessing–the parable of failures of our fathers.The failure of his character, the failure of his choices. It’s merely a matter of perspective.