Parents who do not recognize their children are in themselves products of the
same agony. Parents whose age had exceeded maturity expectations had turned
out to be by essence backward counting. It is such a shame that reason even
fails to touch them, because they are without any. It is such a shame when
these people are only efficient in slave driving rather than building people up
– oppression as how I prefer to call it. It is such a shame that even by the
nature of being a parent, one cannot even act as such maybe because of broken
dreams or of a haunted past, but to continue to be weak in front of their
children is one thing that they never fail to do so, thus making us the kids
have a spiritual and mental growth spurt. It is such a shame that I have grown
to a certain level of reputation and respect but they are stuck in their demented
thoughts and more dishonourable when they smear the kids of their incompetency.
I
woke up into this world with too many horrors in my memory but nonetheless they
gave me an edge over the mainstream because they have moulded my thinking in
advance, but just like them, I too sour loathe over a horrible past but not to
the point that I have deterred someone in the achievement of their dreams.
Shattered bottles, smoky air and beer scent had been the image of hell for me
when I was a child and up until now when these three are present inside the
house, I am already harassed. The voice of the children are but petite and
insignificant wherein we were militantly innocent in our struggle to have a
peaceful and orderly home, but we are just a speck of dust.
Our
childhood was more of a scare tale, running away from the noise of broken
glass, monstrous insults, dancing knives and flying fists. The sanctity of a
church does not guarantee blessedness and even the holy words fall short to
perverted souls. We are following their critical mindedness but left in our
memory are torn pictures a wonderful house that has never been and never was
felt. I have lived old enough to see the same story all over again and this
time it has become burdensome for I have come to an age of overthinking.
It
is hard when our accomplishments mean nothing for it goes to show that no
matter how great we children are, we are insignificant because we are not
patterned to their image and likeness. Sad thing though that we have exercise
the full extent of our freedom and won us a favourable reputation in the
society where we are exposed only to be denounced by the one who bore us into
this world. For that one was sour-graping the unfulfilled past and made our
accomplishments and object of envy and insecurity such as also how the others
as well are now in better off places, but this one never made us children the
very seat of her happiness – tormented soul that torments others.
Me
and my sister are magnanimous in our own fields but that is not a reason for
that parent to smile. Sad but it makes me think that for the many years that I
have lost my respect, I am right in saying that indeed I should lose this
respect for that one is not worth it.
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