My Parents, My Life

As an adolescent I might have been the greatest rebel.
I was always strong by nature. I had strong views, strong opinions and a strong get-up. I loved living life my way. If anyone tried to tell me what to do, I hardly ever listened.

Of course, these traits tend to have their disadvantages but I do believe in hindsight that they have their advantages too. You need to have a head on your shoulders when you go through life. In order to have a balanced head you need to think for yourself and not be biased by what you are told and not told. Or otherwise.

My rebellious nature was probably one of the things that worked for me, even if it didn't work for the people around me.
But everyone has their moments and everyone tends to grow up. Trees mature. Flowers bloom. It's the art of nature.

Today, 27 years into my exciting and event filled life I suddenly wonder. Would I have been the person I am, irrespective of my successes and downfalls without my parents?

So many of the world's children grow up without a parent or both in some cases. I've always felt for them.
Because, no matter how far my work takes me and how much money I earn, I can never be complete without my parents.

At the end of every day, I can always breathe a sigh of relief because I know if I ever need something or can't handle a situation my father and mother would be right there, beside me. Ever ready to drop everything and race toward me.

How many people would do that for me? It's one of the bittersweet truths in life.

Every day before I sleep I know that I can rely on something, on someone. And that is the single most, greatest assurance of this life.

It's enough to agree - my parents are my life. Without them, I'd be anything but me.