Years yet to come

"Asian Parenting". The cold hearted, distant lectures of all the wrongs a kid could have. Perceiving the perspective of a rich privilege spoiled kid was knowing they grew up with unlimited gifts but zero to no love. Forced into accepting the reality and parenting they were born into. 'Understand' Understand? Its mentally unfair for any child to tolerate the trauma, only to be effected as a whole being. But 'Love', 'Family', a feeling no one can detailedly describe without experiencing it. Growing in a way no kid should, to maturing to understand the sacrifices that were made. 

Understanding how a kid could mature into the mindset they have now is a comprehension I wouldn't have grasp without meeting these people in life. 'Live for the experience'. 

Exactly what I crave for. Sociology, how its so broad and interesting. Each sentences that were spoken grew the love and gratefulness for what I already have. From what I thought was loving enough, I wish I've done more, I wish I'm doing more. 'I love you', a phrase I wanna be able to say more. 

Every kid goes through a different story none can replicate. Being labeled as the dumb one since young, getting compared to the ones that has already created a history. Using that as my driving force to attempt to prove them wrong. One surprised look on their face was all I needed. One word of congratulations was all I needed to break me down. It wasn't as if it was a rare word that came by in my life. The difference was the effort it took. The sleepless nights, skipped meals, blood sweat and tears spent on the one thing to get the approval. All a kid wants.

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