Careless Daughter

I am not particularly a fan of Taylor Swift’s music.  It’s a little too fairy tale for my taste.  In her song “Mine”, she has a line about how she’s a “careless man’s careful daughter”. 

But what about the careless daughter?

God knows my father is nothing but careful.  And all I do is disappoint.
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Once Upon A Time…

…a careful man was not so careful.

All it took was one time.  One time and he had a child on the way.

But he was a careful man.  A proper man.

So he married the mother and continue his double master’s degrees and being a decorated Captain in the military.

It didn’t take long for the mother to grow weary of his distant careful way.  She desired, she wanted, she cried, she cared.  The emotion was unnecessary to the careful man.
She left.

The daughter was shuttled back and forth for many years.  And it seemed, at first, that she might be the right sort of careful the man wanted.

But then he looked into her and saw her weak and wicked ways.

She would be careless.

She would need to be taught to hide that.  Taught that she needed to hold herself in check.  Taught that she needed a caretaker.

And that lesson stuck.  And grew.

And she learned that she could not be the hero for herself.  She was broken in that way.

She went forth to seek heroes.

They all seemed so shinning, so brilliant at first.  She only ever picked the White Knights.

But their armor was only shinning because they knew nothing of battle, of getting dirty, of taking care of the weak, of living life.  They were empty.

And so the careless daughter became empty.

But deep, deep down, she held onto a flicker of hope that perhaps, if she continued seeking, she could find that hero.

The careful man was disturbed by what he had created.  He did not like her constant seeking.  He saw it as a dark and twisted thing.  He told her she could not be around him.  She was deeply flaw and possible contagious.

She tried to be good enough for the careless man.  She tried to be her own hero.

But being her own hero merely ended in blood and tears.  And loss.

And so she decided to become what she had been accused of for so long.

She would be the Careless Daughter.

Those who were careless didn’t need heroes anyway.

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