11/20/09 04:09 pm - Search & Destroy
I guess I am slowly adding thoughts to my last entry. I love my mother, she understands me more than anyone else. More than most, she understands what I'm going through because she went through it, too.
When I was 14, I watched this anime. I don't remember what it was, but I distinctly remember this one scene where the obedient grandchild was happily serving the family head. I let out a sigh and thought, "wouldn't life be so much easier if I were that girl?" but I knew back then that I wasn't that person, and I know it even more now. For the longest time, it bothered me. Why was I different than my cousins, friends & peers? Why did I want different things than they did? Or rather, why was I not as dignified? Not as ladylike? Why did I shamelessly want things that would make them gasp and look away? What was wrong with me?
Now, about a decade later I have finally started to grasp the answer to that question. Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me. We are all different people in our own individual ways. Whether we choose to be vocal about what we want, or silently wish for it to happen. Whether we actually reach for it, or watch from afar. Whether we are happy with what is given to us, or actually stretch ourselves beyond the limit trying to achieve more.
Right now, I see all these windows and doors that are half-open. If one door shuts, then I will open another, if I'm missing a key, then I'll try the window, if there are bars on it then I will squeeze myself between them. "You have to change, on the inside, to be able to move forward," she said, "And don't stop, never stop"
When I was 14, I watched this anime. I don't remember what it was, but I distinctly remember this one scene where the obedient grandchild was happily serving the family head. I let out a sigh and thought, "wouldn't life be so much easier if I were that girl?" but I knew back then that I wasn't that person, and I know it even more now. For the longest time, it bothered me. Why was I different than my cousins, friends & peers? Why did I want different things than they did? Or rather, why was I not as dignified? Not as ladylike? Why did I shamelessly want things that would make them gasp and look away? What was wrong with me?
Now, about a decade later I have finally started to grasp the answer to that question. Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me. We are all different people in our own individual ways. Whether we choose to be vocal about what we want, or silently wish for it to happen. Whether we actually reach for it, or watch from afar. Whether we are happy with what is given to us, or actually stretch ourselves beyond the limit trying to achieve more.
Right now, I see all these windows and doors that are half-open. If one door shuts, then I will open another, if I'm missing a key, then I'll try the window, if there are bars on it then I will squeeze myself between them. "You have to change, on the inside, to be able to move forward," she said, "And don't stop, never stop"


