I kept backspacing. It is inarguably impossible not to. Either I am dissatisfied or always dissatisfied. I am my worst critic. Surely you too have self-expectations that non other than yourself can clarify in the event that you do not meet your standards. Well, in some cases there is always a better way to word your thoughts, or a minimal adjustment to make it meaningless and to only, only distract your audience.
Oh hello, where are my manners? I hope you are still reading if you have been reading. Do know that I have been writing, nothing lyrical but purely… work. I figured I am on my journey to becoming a chameleon writer - hopefully an inarguable one. I do product brochures, which at times can be frustrating when comments come about the misconception of its poetic juncture. I have learned to live by. Layman is not lyrical. So they say. I have made amend with the technical criticism but the… oh don’t bother.
I suppose 2014 has been good to you. It is excruciating to bid goodbye to the long weekend. I spent the whole weekends sniffing through Kleenex and potato couching. It always amazes me how being under the weather does not affect my appetite. Enough of claptrap, let’s move on to what brings me here.
Disclaimer: I do not have a cup of joe with me.
I think it is a no-brainer that we should respect the elders. Most of us grew up to the understanding that the elders are to be respected because they know more and that they have been through what we have yet to unravel. We respect them not because they have lived longer but we respect them because we too want to be respected.
My parents and I have had insightful conversations over the past few weeks. Incidents after incidents, it breaks my heart to have my mother repeatedly confirming her belief that no matter how bad a parents is, he or she is still your parent. I tried justifying for the sake of a different view but I lost. That particular incident blew them off.
We, children are a reflection of our parents but over time we are our own self. We too, will become parents. There is no cultural ramification, it is just behavioral.
I am truly blessed to have wonderful parents. The times that they have stirred me off my equilibrium, they do it worriedly to help me live. I may not understand the pain that some of you had/ have to endure growing up but I do know that God is fair. Please, take a moment and absorb the root of your existence. You do not just appear out of nowhere. Could it be that tomorrow you lose a sight and your father is called to meet his creator? Could it be that the only bridge for you to meet your creator is delayed by the 5 seconds you shouted at your mother?
We call ourselves educated without bearing its social strata. It breaks my heart that my father too is sadden by the incidents. I wish I can do more. I am proud however, to know that they pray wonderment for the people who have hurt them shamefully. So beautiful.
As I kneel down and reminded of my belonging, I am always bounded by their blessings. So do you.
