Not
too long ago...
Not
too long ago I lived in a four bedroom house with my 'millionaire’s
family'. There was Mom (me), Dad, son and daughter
happily living life. But wait, Mom was not living
life. Mom was following the life she lived with her
Mom and Dad (Normal? No such thing). Most people think
they were brought up in a 'normal' family environment.
If it was not laced with hate, hurt and addictions most
kids would say that their family was 'normal', but by whose
f**king standards? Status quo? Oooooh, Goosebumps.
Follow the leader. Finish school, work hard, get a
job, and raise a family. Why do we squash the excitement
and energy of children? Why do we force the 'shouldn’t'
with our said, and unsaid words? Why can't being different
be okay?
In
the entire world, with all the different nationalities,
upbringings, customs, religions, and beliefs, why can't
we just say what 'he' believes is okay for 'him'?
Why do we expect 'him' to finish school, work hard, get
a job, and raise a family?
The
religious spurn the atheist. Colour matters.
The rich despise the poor and the educated look down their
noses at the unlearned. The men control their women.
What garbage, what filth, what utter ridiculousness.
If
each of us were able to grow with our natural tendencies,
what miraculous changes would our world see? How much
connectedness would there be between the above separated
party's?
Mom
moved out of that 4 bedroom home, to a 1 bedroom apartment
by herself. Many were upset, some angry, others dumbfounded.
But who is to say that was not the right move, at the right
time for this Mom? It is her life, and now she is
living it. And hoping her children someday understand,
and hoping never to be normal again.
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