A reality?

i told my kid at work, that if you read, you get good grades, good grades means good education and a good education means you can do anything
the statement wasn't entirely true
i knew this, but could only have hope it would be enough
i knew that sometime in life he was going to realize
that anything narrowed down to who he was, what he thought he liked, what his parents wanted him to do, and what paid enough
i couldn't tell him that no one would ever believe he would make it
the words had been shoved down my mouth of a mail slot of a bitter world, licked and sealed.with realization and infections of sorrow , that would be sent at a later date
that whenever he found his true love he may have to give up the very dreams he has, now every night will be filled with endless coffee cups, sipping on the very dreams to help him through every headache, or heartbreak, staying up crushing the very Zs' that represent the lack of zeros in his paycheck
It breaks my heart to try to even begin to explain growing up,