in time of bad and good times... there always at our side so dli ta dapat mo hate sa ato family.... cguro wala lang sila kasabot sa routine explain lang nila and spend time with them
in time of bad and good times... there always at our side so dli ta dapat mo hate sa ato family.... cguro wala lang sila kasabot sa routine explain lang nila and spend time with them
Last edited by apps; 02-02-2010 at 04:58 PM.
For others, perhaps, I don't feel that stickness in my own family.
I sail my own ship, I solely faced heavy storms in my life, all by myself.
Dat's why, i'm out here on my own...(he, he, puros title sa kanta nooh?)
Bitaw, kidding aside, I envy other families for keeping their ties so tight.
I'm left with no option sir Tirong.
I'm a warrior of my own time.
A true warrior must not retreat, no matter what.
He/she must bravely faced the war.
As a sailor...amidst the heavy storms & huge waves,We must keep sailing...we sumtyms left with no option.
But to continue sailing , stay focused to every destination we're heading to.
A day will come that we all laid back...reminiscing...the war is over & the sea peacefully calms.
We must treasure the memories in every journey in our lives.
OnT: I didn't hate my family, despite of what they've done.
With all the hardships that I've experienced from them.
This helps me become a strong & determined person.
OT: wow nicely said.
@T: Sometimes we can get our momentum to face life from our family, to become independent from their protection and care, and face the world with the real you inside. Learning to supplement on something in which they became scarce. For most of the time it's love and security intended for us.
I hated the situation where my family was.... I'm the youngest of two. We were raised by a single mother. She's strict and overprotective. When I was in college, I really didn't liked the rules and curfew. I started to enjoy with my friends more. But when the time came when I moved far away, I realized that we were only 3 in this world. I never had the chance to meet my good-for-nothing-dad. But to my mom, I really felt guilty because of the many pain I've caused her. To think she sacrificed her entire life for us. No barkada, no goofing around, my mom single handedly raised me and my brother. When I returned home, I promised to alleviate my mom of her burdens. Inspite being the youngest, I took over the role of the elder brother since he's totally incapable of handling responsibilties (na buang sa internet!). Slowly, I got my family to start to bond again.... We are now sharing our plans for the future and I'm so happy that we have a collective goal.
The "hate" we feel for our families are only temporary. Eventually, experience will make us realize the importance of our families. Most often than not, it is our own shortcoming that make us feel bad towards our family, but we don't realize it yet.
I love my family, only we have the misunderstandings that occur sometimes.
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