Saturday, September 08, 2012

Becoming our Parents


‘Looking at me now, I can see my past Damn, I look just like my f***in' Dad’ – Lil Wayne
Life is not perfect, and we grow into one with flaws created by those who created us.
It’s natural to resent the people that created the world we sometimes come to hate, why did you make me do that? Why did you stop me from doing that? Why were you like that? 

It’s You that made me like this. 

They say the apple doesn’t fall from the tree. The psychology of parenting is an art that can never be perfected. 

How many of us think to ourselves when it’s me I’m never going to do what they did? Or we wish we never turn into what they were? 

But how many of us are willing to except that we have made the same mistakes? And that maybe we are the people we swore we would never be? 

It is easy to see ourselves not for what we are, and for what we do. It is easy to fall in to the trap of becoming what we say we do not want to be, because we are blinded by our resentment of our successor that we subconsciously achieve mirroring their behaviour. 

We become our worst enemy, unless we learn to forgive them for what they did that was wrong, and accept that they did so without the intention to hurt us. 

We cannot be in denial, we cannot feel superior, we must be open to accepting that we are also susceptible to mistakes and we can fail too. Our parents were as human as us, and they had parents as human as them.

 No one was brought into the perfect world, knowing how to be the perfect person.  

Live and learn, and learn to love. 

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Our world


I’m looking at the mirror on the wall, through my rise and fall you’ve been my only friend. 

We often perceive ourselves differently to the way others do. The world through our eyes is a world that does not exist through the eyes of others. Our worlds differ. 

Yet we don’t understand the differences in the worlds we see, experience and feel. Joining two worlds to create a new one, do we notice how our flaws cause perfections in the new world? Do we see how our perfections cause flaws in the new world?

Do we see? Or are we blinded by the world we live in to notice how another’s has changed?
Are we able to empathise? Can you see from someone else’s perspective how something may appear to them? How they may feel considering the world they came from? Or are we expecting them to experience the same as us?

‘If only you could walk a mile in my shoes’ ‘If only you could see what I see’ 

If only we took the time to understand where each other comes from, and what brought us to today, would we be able to get along? Would we be able to move forward? Would we not be angry at the things that hurt us that another did not perceive to be as significant in their world as it was in yours?

Would we be at peace?

Would our worlds be at harmony? 

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