My cert and degrees, I would give to my Dad.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I started writing this post at the point where I was almost crying, but I’m typing this now with a smile on my face.
Today, I give up…… I give up in a way that’s healthy.
I really can’t write much, and I know my post would be a bit sketchy, but you can’t blame me. I’m still as depressed as I’m trying as much as possible to pretend I’m not depressed. I would just like to say a few things to any parent reading this, or anyone who would like to be a parent later in the future.
Never underestimate the potential; talents; dreams; zeal for those dreams; opinions and ideas of your children. It would only make matters worse for them unlike you would believe.
Granted, our parents brought us into this world, there are some areas of our lives that they don’t necessarily have to make the rules that we must follow. In my opinion, parents are to drive their children to embrace their calling and achieve their dreams. Or help them discover their calling, if they haven’t already…. Not the other way around.
I wish I was as strong and audacious as I am now, five years ago. My life would have been a lot better now, to be honest. But I’m glad now anyway!
Because I’m done! Done living my life for someone else.
I’ve decided to live my life for myself, the way I want it to be. And funny enough, my dad is okay with it. So, an advice to every teenager out there in a similar predicament:
- Let your anger, sorrow, desperation and depression be turned into a single word — NO!
No, to living your life for someone else.
No, to dying in silence.
No, to following a thorny path on barefoot.
I’ve redefined my definition of success. Success is me being a journalist and published writer. I would study medical laboratory science for Dad anyway, then I would give him his certificate and degrees after I’m done.
So, yeah, Parents and teenagers, I think I’ve given you something to think about tonight. I would hate to see or hear about anyone else who’s going through an ordeal like mine. It’s very painful.
I’m glad I finally found the strength to redefine my definition of success.
What about you though? What’s your calling? And what’s your definition of success? Do you have a story (sweet or sour) behind it? I would love to know.