Quintesentially Perfect

I have found that the best way for me to be the man I know and pray I can be is to love as the moon. She is patiently aloof, controlling the seas and the minds and hearts of men for eons. She gives light yet no warmth, asking for nothing because she truly gives very little. It is in this way that I feel I should love from now on. I will be a cold and distant light, never attaching myself to anything again. It os through numerous failed attachments that I've come to realize my life is infinitly better when I never commit to a single course of action. Though I yearn to settle down with a companion, rest my swords above the mantle such as it were, and raise a family, I feel it will never happen. The parts of me that strain and strive to put to use my love for children and another person do not take into account the realities of my person. I am crude and brash, often surly and bitter. These things do not a father make, and it breaks my heart completely to feel this way. May the rest of my personality fall in line with this new theorem, for if not I will truly become a hollow shell of humanity, careless and mindless, wandering through the remainder of my days.