Why are we born like this? We are separated by colour, caste, creed, country, race, Gender, I.Q. etc. Why can’t we decide who we fall in love with? Why is it so hard to fall in love with someone, you really love, you deeply care about, because of something the society has decided against? Why is it so hard, to try something new just because the world has decided on a method to do it? Why is it so hard to speak, of your true feelings just because what you feel is a tad bit different than how the world feels about the same? Why? ...why?.. .............why? I know some of the answers!!..and not just me even you know it! It’s because we are too weak, too damn weak to stand up against them. We are scared to stand up against …show more content…
My mistake is probably that I have been reigning in this position for far too long!! I am, as a matter of fact(based on the standards of our world), neither improving nor regressing, ‘which’ is unacceptable by the society! This, according to them, is piracy beyond substance and reason! So as to fulfil their wishes, if I am unable to ascend then, for me, the best course of action is to fail!! Well, if I do that then 'at least' my growth graph will have some change; it may be linear or a hyperbola , a curve it doesn’t matter! Whether it’s increasing or decreasing, no one cares. What they care about is, if it’s not the maximum value it can’t be and shouldn’t be a constant value!! Why is that? Dear, it’s because “change is the fuckin law of nature”!!( ...sorry for my improper conduct...but these pent up feelings I have for yeaars are at last out of my control....sorry and this might continue because they are speaking in-my-stead). : ( …show more content…
My sister is someone I rely on...but she was a realistic and free bird, she believed on saving one's ownself.....but she was a bit easy on me...she always said, "Mi, I am easy on you because you are cute, ok?", she had this strange 'dere' side to her when it came to me and our younger brother.....and after that she still use to stretch my cheeks until they turn into mochi(Japanese rice cakes)!! But as the fate had decided, she hated this kind of show-of parties which was nothing more than formalities and a big hasle and usually never attended them, she had the right to decline but I didn't. My parents treated me like thin air, a doll without any will. I didn't have any say on anything. I was there to accept all the negative energies from the surrounding, ironically enough, I was their charm which negated, in my case 'absorbed', the bad in the
Parents have a large impact on their children's lives, and depending on what type of parent they are, the child will act differently in the
When I was growing up, I barely ever got to see my father and brother. Lily grew up without her mother. When I was around 1 years old, my mother and father got divorced. My mother took me with her and my father kept my brother and sister. My mother told me, that my father was abusive told her and my brother and sister.
After many generations, there still are many people out there who refuse to get along with other folks who are different than them. Racism still goes around the world, it’s a question that when it will end. There still might be couple who are separated because of difference in race and religion. Or some are together because of determination or have the courage and understanding of this issue. A relationship not only depends on the individual themselves but, also can against the pressure and influence of their family and this society.
Not everyone is lucky in this world with great parents to care for them. People may not always know how great their parents are and take them for granted. A good parent is someone who will you whenever you need them and will love you no matter the situation. Parents may not always agree with your actions or words but they will love you unconditionally through any bad choice you make. For instance, imagine if you were to become something in life that was a horrible decision like being a thief and all you ever did was for your convenience and never seemed to do one good action.
and then was court ordered to move in with my mom, things changed. I know had a little half-brother who would grow up to be my best friend. Throughout high school I would turn to my family in support with bullies and petty girl drama. They were my rock. My Junior and Senior year were the toughest emotionally.
Because of his violence, I had to get others, such as the authorities, involved. Through it all, my mother displayed a love that I presently aspire to have, and my father asked for forgiveness. I hope that I could be like my father in the sense that I could recognize my failures and subsequently ask for forgiveness. My father always worked hard and provided for his family. Thus, I view the need for parents to
When we received one toy from the neighbor, we have learned to share this toy. They taught us that playing outside was really fun. My parents tried to give us a better life than they had. I have been discipline by both of my parents, but I never been abused, and mistreated by any of them or by any families member. No matter what, my family have always been there for me, teaches me some moral value, how to respect, forgive, and appreciated every day that I am living for.
He was already expecting my failures and mistakes. I experienced difficulties finding out who I was because I was too preoccupied with doing everything my father was telling me. I felt so cheated, the life I wish I lived was snatched from me. I do not know where it came from, maybe from the exhaustion of listening to my father, but when I entered high school, I switched from not wanting to fail for my parents to wanting to succeed for myself. I challenged myself academically and socially.
Humans have a need to categorize the world around them. We like things to be labeled and orderly. Dividing humans up into races probably started innocently enough. Basing the races on geographic location and observable, objective traits like skin colour and facial features isn’t inherently bad, but becomes problematic when one group decides they are superior and begins attributing negative characteristics to other races. The Europeans did exactly that when they needed reasons to justify their colonization and enslavement of other people.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
Father would just tell me "They 're just trying to toughen you up." And shrug me off. (I Imagine he did that to any problems my brothers had as well) But, while my father could be cold, I could always find solace in my mother. My mother, however was not the only woman I came to love.
Three days later I was discharged to come home with my mom and dad! It was my first time home on a sunny morning. My mom said I had a crib right next to their bed and that I would always try to climb out of it. She said that I had climbed out the one meter crib which was right next to their bed. She said that I would climb out to go sleep next to them.
You take the blue pill, your credit crashes, you get denied to live at an rundown apartment. You take the red pill, you are trusted, given access to benefits you earned by on time payments and you are able to see how wonderful good credit can be. After taking the red pill I am pleased to share with other students and peers that being financially responsible is more important than most know and it is easy to obtain. For starters, to be a valid source I am going to be transparent with my financial situation and share that as of today I have a seven hundred and eleven credit score as a twenty four year old college student.
On the contrast, my parents were family. Meaning that they were always on my side no matter what the situation. To them, family meant waiting in line for hours so that I could have a certain gift for my birthday, confronting the parents of another child who took something from me, and right or wrong always protecting me even when I was in the wrong only to teach me soon thereafter why I was wrong. Therefore, they too may have made mistakes along the way, but they always showed their love for
As a child you are reliant on your parents to help you become who you are. Part of that involves their own distinct opinions that of which children don’t have the maturity to form on their