The most direct form of guidance in our lives comes from our parents. They are the ones who initially shape us to be who we are. I have always believed that every individual person is the result of their parents’ upbringing. You are not the reflection of your parents, per se, but more so a reflection of their take on parenthood. As such, each person represents their parents in a sense. In this society’s current state of moral decay, I have come to realize that proper guidance is something that is becoming more and more scarce these days. As I question others’ decisions in regards to their mentality and lifestyle choices, I have slowly begun to understand that the problem perhaps resides in the kind of guidance they may (or may not) have received as they were younger.
As I am older now, I understand my parents’ strict upbringing. I used to hate it and I remember how I used to try and rebel against it (often to no avail). My parents were never the type to let me stay out really late or attend parties or sleepovers. I used to feel really left out for a long time. But that was until I realized that I wasn’t really missing out on much. When I did get some slight lenience, I got a taste of what I was supposedly missing and I suddenly didn’t want any of it. Because it wasn’t me to begin with, I suppose. But I now appreciate that my parents knew better to enforce such strict regulations as I was growing up. I always thought they were a bit too smart for me while I growing up (lol). They seemed to be two steps ahead of me, always, and that bothered me quite a bit. But really, I don’t think I could express to them enough how glad I am to have had all their guidance in my life. And continually now, I seek it whenever I seem to be at ends in my life.
Parents are truly a blessing.