There can only be one word to describe how it feels when passion meets parents.
Disappointment.
1st situation.
When I was passionately in love with the world of culinary. The thing I wanted most in life was to go to a culinary school. Mom said, just try out the class, if you like it, then we'll talk about it. I tried. And I absolutely loved it. But look at where I am now. Bachelor of Human Sciences, English language and literature. I stopped cooking. I stopped baking. I stopped looking for recipes to try out. My passion just disappeared. I can't even try out for Masterchef. This is disappointing.
2nd situation.
The love for motorbikes struck me when I got tired of driving a manual in a traffic jam and the fact that I can only drive when no one else is driving. Now that I'm currently working, I have been saving to get a Kawasaki KSR. It's small, and not at all fast. At first, I thought of buying it alone without the consent of my parents, but when I really think about it, I would be selfish and childish to do things behind their backs. So when I did consult them, all I got was a strict NO! My dreams shattered just like that. I know it's stupid to be talking about bikes like this, but the bike would resemble a lot of me and somehow make some significance in my life.
To me, the bike clearly explains that I am old enough to make a commitment. Buying it on my own, following through the payment without anybody's help, and taking care of it. Secondly, the bike represents me being myself. Even though i'm a lady, but I am not really lady-like. I like to wear t-shirt and jeans, and I don't like the fact that society has this mind set of girls with bikes. What the hell is wrong with owning a bike. It's not like i'm out every night merempit in town. Thirdly, the bike would help me in a lot of ways. Such as, I would definitely have a transport to go somewhere without burdening other people.
Accidents. I know the main reason why my parents wouldn't even bother discussing with me about bikes. It's because of road accidents. If i were meant to die, there's no other way you can avoid it can you? I know parents are being parents by looking out for us. Taking precautions into consideration before things happen. But why can't I follow my passion for at least once in my life?
I'm doing quite well in life in the matter of studying and trying to make them proud. But what about boosting my self-esteem? I know when people say "what about me?" they are being selfish. I clearly know that. But for once, give me a break. Please just give me a break.
When I was passionately in love with the world of culinary. The thing I wanted most in life was to go to a culinary school. Mom said, just try out the class, if you like it, then we'll talk about it. I tried. And I absolutely loved it. But look at where I am now. Bachelor of Human Sciences, English language and literature. I stopped cooking. I stopped baking. I stopped looking for recipes to try out. My passion just disappeared. I can't even try out for Masterchef. This is disappointing.
2nd situation.
The love for motorbikes struck me when I got tired of driving a manual in a traffic jam and the fact that I can only drive when no one else is driving. Now that I'm currently working, I have been saving to get a Kawasaki KSR. It's small, and not at all fast. At first, I thought of buying it alone without the consent of my parents, but when I really think about it, I would be selfish and childish to do things behind their backs. So when I did consult them, all I got was a strict NO! My dreams shattered just like that. I know it's stupid to be talking about bikes like this, but the bike would resemble a lot of me and somehow make some significance in my life.
To me, the bike clearly explains that I am old enough to make a commitment. Buying it on my own, following through the payment without anybody's help, and taking care of it. Secondly, the bike represents me being myself. Even though i'm a lady, but I am not really lady-like. I like to wear t-shirt and jeans, and I don't like the fact that society has this mind set of girls with bikes. What the hell is wrong with owning a bike. It's not like i'm out every night merempit in town. Thirdly, the bike would help me in a lot of ways. Such as, I would definitely have a transport to go somewhere without burdening other people.
Accidents. I know the main reason why my parents wouldn't even bother discussing with me about bikes. It's because of road accidents. If i were meant to die, there's no other way you can avoid it can you? I know parents are being parents by looking out for us. Taking precautions into consideration before things happen. But why can't I follow my passion for at least once in my life?
I'm doing quite well in life in the matter of studying and trying to make them proud. But what about boosting my self-esteem? I know when people say "what about me?" they are being selfish. I clearly know that. But for once, give me a break. Please just give me a break.
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