As a girl I was brought up pretty independently by my parents…My father unconventionally always took a pride of teaching me ways an means to be self-determining, make choices free of any haste, boundation. When I say unconventionally, it’s because of the place where I belong to, it is not very natural phenomenon practiced by all fathers.
However, as a kid, I never enjoyed these powers coz they made me always had a feeling that my parents never cared for me…and that was a persistent only area of complaint I had against them…how can my best friends father always come and see her off while my Mom and Dad are still busy with their daily chores, why does nobody cares to just buy stuff for me and I am just asked once what I bought...after all I am a girl and I need help at times…and I do deserve it isn’t it !!! As years passed and I got into my later stages of life I realized how important it was of what they did in the very beginning…when I needed them the most they were there…naturally without even mentioning that I need them… My dependence on any one for small things ended up…if somebody helped me in things which I couldn’t do/ found difficult to do, it was fine…if nobody is there to help me out, even better coz then I could use all my powers to find ways and means to get it done by nobody else but me!...I guess it always gave me a feeling of accomplishment of doing something all by my own. Life is like that…you learn more when you start learning from your experiences. I have heard this story of a man who is in deep love with a cocoon in his garden, nurtures it constantly with all pride of nature. One fine day when he sees a young moth coming out of the cocoon, he feels empathetic with the troubles ad pain faced by the infant in the new world. To cut short its tough time of pain, the man picks up a scissor and breaks the cocoon to set the young butterfly free from its old shell. However his magnanimity could no longer help the infant, as in the later course of time, it restricted the young month to strengthen its wings. What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight could only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of its struggle, he deprived the moth of health and freedom.
Strange yet true, our hardships make us a better creature to survive. The more we confront it and feel the pain, the stronger we become to face the world realities. Saying all that doesn’t means experiencing experiences are the only means of learning. An adage: a man is wise if he learns from his experience; even wiser if he learns from the experiences of others. So if it’s my way your way or no way, important is the experience we carry forward to create a path of possibilities…
However, as a kid, I never enjoyed these powers coz they made me always had a feeling that my parents never cared for me…and that was a persistent only area of complaint I had against them…how can my best friends father always come and see her off while my Mom and Dad are still busy with their daily chores, why does nobody cares to just buy stuff for me and I am just asked once what I bought...after all I am a girl and I need help at times…and I do deserve it isn’t it !!! As years passed and I got into my later stages of life I realized how important it was of what they did in the very beginning…when I needed them the most they were there…naturally without even mentioning that I need them… My dependence on any one for small things ended up…if somebody helped me in things which I couldn’t do/ found difficult to do, it was fine…if nobody is there to help me out, even better coz then I could use all my powers to find ways and means to get it done by nobody else but me!...I guess it always gave me a feeling of accomplishment of doing something all by my own. Life is like that…you learn more when you start learning from your experiences. I have heard this story of a man who is in deep love with a cocoon in his garden, nurtures it constantly with all pride of nature. One fine day when he sees a young moth coming out of the cocoon, he feels empathetic with the troubles ad pain faced by the infant in the new world. To cut short its tough time of pain, the man picks up a scissor and breaks the cocoon to set the young butterfly free from its old shell. However his magnanimity could no longer help the infant, as in the later course of time, it restricted the young month to strengthen its wings. What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight could only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of its struggle, he deprived the moth of health and freedom.
Strange yet true, our hardships make us a better creature to survive. The more we confront it and feel the pain, the stronger we become to face the world realities. Saying all that doesn’t means experiencing experiences are the only means of learning. An adage: a man is wise if he learns from his experience; even wiser if he learns from the experiences of others. So if it’s my way your way or no way, important is the experience we carry forward to create a path of possibilities…
Wow what a thoghtfull write up.I felt like a silky course of your feelings,just from the bottom of your heart.I agree to the idea of "our hardships make us a better creature to survive" and i can relate it to my life because I had a life of rocky,mountaneous and stormy,where I was floating alone and learned to swim to reach the shore on my own.
ReplyDeleteI really liked the story and this real life article captures my interest to the most.
Good going,keep writing more..
Thanks Shilpa...!
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