[ WP ] Daddy Issues

He's bounced in and out of my life since before I could shake a stick at the sky. Hell, I'm not fully convinced that he is actually a he. 
 
 Most of the time, though, I believe that he simply does n't exist. 
 
 I've traveled far and wide, searching rock upon rock and expanse after expanse for a trace of him. My search has lasted for what seems like eons, and the lengths I've gone to have nearly ended in my extinction many a time. A part of me still sails and searches, crying out for the parent that never was. 
 
 I raised myself, you see. Not a single soul cared for me or gave me purpose or told me that everything would be okay. I grew up scared. Alone. Abandoned. But I began to crawl, and the fires lit within me and I toiled the fields of my soul and I hated myself for a time. I had n't a clue who I would become. I wanted to be this, I wanted to be that. I **killed** myself in that search. 
 
 But I've discovered who I really am, now, without the guidance of a `` father''. For too long the whispers of his presence have haunted me. My search is ending, now. I have resigned myself to the fact that wherever my father may be, he has abandoned me. And I am content with that. 
 
 See, I've grown stronger than he ever could have been. In my travels I have made peace with myself, and I have found other orphans like me. I've helped them, taught them, shown them the light of the stars and guided them to a place in which they have found their own purpose. Now, we orphans live together in the deep. Admittedly, at times, we gaze longingly into the void and realize that our father may lurk out there. Perhaps he is lost. Perhaps he is ashamed. 
 
 No matter. I myself have become a father to my fellow orphans, and together we have clenched the light of the stars and laid to rest our lonesome pasts. 
 
 We are orphans, aye, but mankind is alone no more. We have found our family amongst the stars.
