As a teenager: I wanna live life my way.
Parents reply with: You will do as we say
In your twenties now: I can do as I please. You can't tell me what to do anymore. I can make my choices and my mistakes myself now. And learn on my own.
Parents: O no you won't. Where did you get such an idea from? I (parents are one entity right) shall decide what you do, who you will marry and then after marriage your husband will decide what is best for you. I will decide because I know better and I have more experience. I am wise. I do not let emotions control my actions. I think ahead and, most importantly, I want the best for you.
Twenty something retorts: Don't you think it's time I learn things myself? You wish the best for me. I am aware of that. But somewhere I need to learn to survive outside this cocoon of your shelter. Your care. Your love.
I need to breathe as a seperate person.
I need to cut the umbilical cord.
Maybe I will mess things up. Maybe I will be a failure. But the mess, the failure will be mine. All mine.
Isn't my life my own?
1 comment:
No your life is not your own.If your life were your own you would'nt be goverened by choices others made,for we are all venerable other actions performed by other people.From the victem of a drunk drive to the lottery winner.The only control we have is over our own mind-space.The only way your life could be your own would be if you lived in complete isolation all by yourself.Now that would be nicer for the world ;-> , but it's not about to happen right?
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