Forgive, accept, and pride will go down the right path. Leaving satisfaction and a smile.
This applies to many situations under different circumstances.
Some have been through this same situation growing up as I have. I’m sure this is a common issue people my age and were once my age complained about, which is…
FREEDOM TO DO WHATEVER THE HECK I WANT.
My parents, they’re pretty lenient with me going out. Sometimes, I just don’t understand their rationality within their decisions. Parents are parents for a reason and are only looking for what’s best for their child/children. I understand that, but in some cases, it doesn’t apply. My parents honestly don’t know who they’ve raised me to be, which doesn’t help because they don’t trust me enough. In my position, it’s not enough, which leads to less freedom.
Before I continue, let me explain my terms on freedom. I’m not asking my parents to let me go out every single day. I enjoy spending majority of my time at home. Especially with school and work, who wouldn’t want to go home and rest for the next couple of days? What I’m asking from them is to allow me to spend the time I do have free from school and work the way I want to. For example, I’m on spring break, but my parents don’t care if it’s break, or even if I don’t have school for the rest of the year, they still want me home every night. I just want to be able to breathe and start to build the life that doesn’t always depend on them for everything. It’s a part of growing up.
I know my parents worry, and they want to know exactly where I’m at and who I’m with at all times. Under certain circumstances, I have no problem telling them, just because I know my parents well enough to their judgmental opinions. So, like I said, they’re pretty lenient with me, but when times like these come, where they want me home real early for no apparent reason, just irritates the heck out of me. Usually happens when I’m hanging out with my brothers and our friends. I understand their opinions on that, but honestly, I could care less if that was their thoughts. It’s not what my generation has grown up to believe and we have our morals.
My parents put the most pressure on me than any of my siblings, to what I believe is so. As beings in this life, we’re all bound to make mistakes and those mistakes that my brothers have made were put on me. Not only am I the youngest, the only girl, but I’m the last my parents have hope in achieving their wishes down the “right” path.
My parents really don’t know me enough. They hardly trust me nor have much faith in me. This has been a constant problem from the get-go and it gets me all the time. It irritates me to the fullest and I know there’s really nothing I can do about it as of now. My brother told me that I just have to suck it up and deal with them and how they are for the meantime, but I’m just as stubborn as them put together. On my way home, I thought about pride. From what I’ve been taught… too, much pride is never a good thing. That’s when I remembered one of my morals. No matter who may hurt me, forgive and accept. Forgive and accept goes hand in hand with another moral of mine: give and receive nothing by request. I’ve just always thought of it as give, give, give… and you’ll receive what you deserve. Forgive and accept also goes hand in hand with work hard in order to get what you want. Give and you’re working hard to earn the ‘wants’ you deserve. Forgive and accept, and you still hold your head up high.
P.S: Just a reminder, this is just my perspective and my experiences.