As my friends will know, I have cursed my parents more times than I can count. Cursed them for not accepting me the way I am, cursed them for judging me for my aspirations and lifestyle, cursed them for all the reasons that children often clinch with their parents. Sometimes justified (from our perspective of youth anyways), but most often not.
It all starts with personal differences and a stubborn demeanour towards advice. We think we know what we want, we think we know how to achieve it, and we feel underappreciated by our parents' lack of support. We think we know better, that we're adults and we know what is good for us.
Unpopular opinion puffin here, but the reality is that nine out of ten times, we don't.
I can honestly say that I made a mess out of my life. Slowly but steadily following the path of wrong choices, because I lived in the present with a severe disregard for the future and tossing aside my responsibilites and obligations like they were nothing. I never thought things through, but I'm starting to see now that I am too old to hide behind those excuses. My actions are mine to take, but so are the consequences that follow them. It is a lesson I have learnt, but one that I still struggle with to incorporate in my daily life.
My parents and I spend most of our time fighting. I feel judged, misunderstood, but I never stopped to realize that they too feel betrayed, and frustrated. They see my potential in life and they also see how I am severely screwing everything up. Better than I do, most of the time. And there is a reason for that , I suppose. I have twenty-one years of life experience under my belt. My dad has almost sixty. Yet we are determined to push away from their influence, especially when the life they're leading is not one we want to live. My parents are strict, slightly self-righteous, but they always mean well. They only want what is best for me.
And today it was once again proven to me that even when you hit rock-bottom, even when they have warned you about that day of doom many many times, over and over again until they are blue in the face, they are still there for you. Begrudgingly perhaps, and they will most certainly not be happy about it (I know my dad was not, and for a good reason), but in the end, they will stick by your side.
So cherish them. Appreciate them for the unconditional love that they give you. Go to your grandmother's birthday even if you have zero interest in going, because you know it'll make them happy. After all, life is an eternal circle of give and take, and if we only take, eventually those around us will stop giving.
At risk of sounding self-righteous and hypocrit myself, it is one the thing that I can advice people to do. I have not done so in a very long time, and often I am still surprised by the support they give to me. It is an absolute miracle.
But I am grateful for it. And I plan on showing them more often just how special I think it is.
It all starts with personal differences and a stubborn demeanour towards advice. We think we know what we want, we think we know how to achieve it, and we feel underappreciated by our parents' lack of support. We think we know better, that we're adults and we know what is good for us.
Unpopular opinion puffin here, but the reality is that nine out of ten times, we don't.
I can honestly say that I made a mess out of my life. Slowly but steadily following the path of wrong choices, because I lived in the present with a severe disregard for the future and tossing aside my responsibilites and obligations like they were nothing. I never thought things through, but I'm starting to see now that I am too old to hide behind those excuses. My actions are mine to take, but so are the consequences that follow them. It is a lesson I have learnt, but one that I still struggle with to incorporate in my daily life.
My parents and I spend most of our time fighting. I feel judged, misunderstood, but I never stopped to realize that they too feel betrayed, and frustrated. They see my potential in life and they also see how I am severely screwing everything up. Better than I do, most of the time. And there is a reason for that , I suppose. I have twenty-one years of life experience under my belt. My dad has almost sixty. Yet we are determined to push away from their influence, especially when the life they're leading is not one we want to live. My parents are strict, slightly self-righteous, but they always mean well. They only want what is best for me.
And today it was once again proven to me that even when you hit rock-bottom, even when they have warned you about that day of doom many many times, over and over again until they are blue in the face, they are still there for you. Begrudgingly perhaps, and they will most certainly not be happy about it (I know my dad was not, and for a good reason), but in the end, they will stick by your side.
So cherish them. Appreciate them for the unconditional love that they give you. Go to your grandmother's birthday even if you have zero interest in going, because you know it'll make them happy. After all, life is an eternal circle of give and take, and if we only take, eventually those around us will stop giving.
At risk of sounding self-righteous and hypocrit myself, it is one the thing that I can advice people to do. I have not done so in a very long time, and often I am still surprised by the support they give to me. It is an absolute miracle.
But I am grateful for it. And I plan on showing them more often just how special I think it is.