Ever so often I’m crying in my heart but no one hears it. But I know there is always one person who hears me cry. He would always comfort me by telling me,”It is alright my child, I’m always here with you”. He would always give me strenght to overcome the darkest day of my life. So far, He has always been there for me. But this time, even He is here with me, my heart still cry.
Is it the generation gap or is there something else. It seems that I’m going further and further away from my parents. Further and further from my family. Like at this moment, I really thought of running away. But He would never let me do it for His live for me help me to move on and overcome this by facing them. But today it is hard. I tried my best but in vain is the result.
Having small talks become something that hurt me deeply. I ran off and it didn’t really seem to matter to my parents that there is something wrong or that my feelings was hurt by what they say. Little do they know that I mind a lot how they think of me. How it affects me that how little trust they have in me. How little confident they have in me.
My deepest secret so far in my life is my studies. It is embarassing but I have to face it. It is all my own doing. I have let personal matters affect my studies. Now that I have cleared all my personal issues and not let it affect my studies. I could have done well if it wasn’t due to my over-confidence answering and over-looked my carelessness. But now I feared that I would let my personal matters affect my studies again for I have been very sensitive and emotional lately. Does this mean I’m to be a failure? It hurts when my parents think so. Ever so often I want to proof to them that they are wrong. To me knowledge isn’t about the degree for there are a lot of people who graduate out with a degree but know next to nothing on what they study but I know what I am studying. That isn’t enough to tell my parents that I ain’t a failure for I couldn’t proof my point to them.
To my parents, I’m a person with a lot of nagative values. They rather think that I have change then to think that I didn’t. Those that knows me would say that I didn’t change but I have learned to socialize more and more easy going then last time. I know that I can’t keep people’s mouth from talking about me for this are just human nature. As long my parents know who I am that what really matters but now it seems that they hardly know me nor believe themselves on who they think I am.
There was a time where I was very sensitive on things people talked about me especially those that are not true but now I know that can’t be help. I’m grateful for this shows me who are my friends who cared or people who cared. Unfortunately my parents fell short in this catagory. I can ignore what those people say about me but not my parents for I look for approval in them on who I am. There are times I feel like being caged up for I can’t be who I really am but to be someone I’m not just to pleased them. I tried to talk to them nicely bout this but all I got from them was just the word “Bullshit” and “There isn’t such things like that”. Since my lifestyle is different when I’m here in a big city where certain things are not easily accepted in a small town. That is how the gap begins for my parents wants to believe that everything is what they assume it is like and not see how things change until they hear it from others. That is only when I feel the heartache being lifted a bit. But this takes too long where I would cry myself to bed.
Since young I keep all my unhappiness to myself and cry myself to bed. Till today it is still the same. I tried hard to change to be what my parents want me to but there are times it is hard for that part just isn’t me. I’m the one that always looking for something exciting. Eventhough I’m very homely but there are times I would like to be happening also. I would like to have adventures but that is restricted. I love to go camping but that is one activity that my father put a restrand on me. All the activities he put a restrand on me, he give me the reason that I am a girl that’s why can’t do it. Even sports. Reason? I’m not going to be a sports person so why bother to be good in them.
From this I think the generation gap is so obvious. Ever so often I cried to myself for I feel so stress to be daddy’s little girl who I was when I am younger and I find it harder as I grow. I can still be but it seems so hard. I can pleased him but cry to my own self for there are times I feel so suffocated. There are times I feel so lost for I wonder am I going the way I want or the way others plan for me. How am I to overcome this?