your children are not your children!

The parents are the molders of their children. The crutches and the carpenters. But damn! They make us weak in so many ways..They are the living proof why there are people who have low self esteem or confidence..Our parents are worth reproaching sometimes..

Yesterday i talked to my mother through chat. She’s working abroad. I never really like talking about their plans about me because I’m suppose to be the one who must plan anything and everything about my life. I am the driver of my own life and I don’t want noisy passengers on my back commanding me which way to go..I am not happy to be dictated. Our parents will always be our parents but their children will never be theirs.. Look, I’m 2o..old enough! I want to be free!

I feel like I’m in a house with a very low roof and I cannot stand at all..Give me my freedom and I will go my way and I am sure I’ll be happy no matter what happen to the life I choose.. I don’t want to accept the fact that our parents are still our parents either right or wrong. I know it’s not reasonable to mock our parents but It’s not reasonable too to take away our happiness.

I wish I could learn the “Art of saying NO!” I always say yes  despite the fact that there is a battle of my different opposing feelings..I’ve tried to speak to them but they are blind and deaf and numb..what else?

I believe that being a prison is not merely being surrounded by walls but also being close minded  and having no ability to stretch the mind into every life’s possibilities . Freedom is not merely physical where you can be where you want to be, it is more on the power of the mind to think freely. There are people who are physically free but cannot feel freedom while there are physically restrained but still are able to express freedom. So the next time we’ll talk about which way to go I’ll express my feelings no matter what the results will be..Come what may! I should be the mover and shaker of my own world..

I have a message to my parents to express my sentiments.. This is written by Gibran Kahlil Gibran and the poem expresses what I’m currently feeling..someday I’ll be a parent and I will always remember this poem..

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.