A Necessary Evil

An evil that awaits in the heart of every struggling parent. Well lets see, what did our parents do to us that we so dearly despise? We know that every parent has a good intention on the inside, but what every parent does not realize is that every answer with a no in it toughens the child. We adapt to these kinds of situations. For example, one day we might not be yelling at our parents and respecting them and another we could be doing the total opposite. Truth be told I despise the fact that they insist on killing my dreams. I on the other hand try to self restrain my self from shouting, but I condone the kids that speak out. That was before I realized my mother gave birth to me. That was before I realized I was nurtured inside of her stomach for nine months. We cant take them for granted, but they could learn to say no to smaller things and not to things that we only dream of doing. I dreamed of becoming a journalist, but my father shut me down. He said when you have your bachelor degree and become a doctor or something prestigious then go do what you want. That is my goal. I dont care about money, I just care about showing him that I can do what ever I set my mind to. I want to be a journalist and a doctor. I want to do both, but due to the lack of hours in a day I must chose one. I've chosen journalism, but after I pursue a degree in the medical field. I know time is not on my side and by then I'll be too old, but not even my parents can kill this dream. I dreamt of becoming something prestigious when I was young, but never a writer. I hated writing with a passion, then one day I wrote a novel. It just came to me. I hated writing when I was young. I could never write. I always failed at writing, but today I have written more than ten blogs and have also come close to completing my novel. When I asked my dad to become a journalist I knew he would say no, given the fact he's of Arab decent and It doesn't make that much money. I never thought I would be in a position to apply for internships as a journalist. I never thought my parents could kill my dreams either, but they did and now Im at a stage in my life that I so eminently appreciate. I love my parents, but when it comes to their arab side or parenting skill, I hate them. Its not that I really hate them, its just the rage that boils inside of me when I want something really bad. I get over it eventually like every other kid who wants candy and is turned away, but it hurts when I lose a dream. It hurt when I am that kid who lost everything or it seems. It feels like im a failure because my support was only supposed to come from them. My friends have been inspirations and so have my cousins. My family as well at times, but when it comes to my dreams all they care about is my protection. I wanted to go snowboarding, but that was too dangerous. I wanted to spend new years in New York, but that was too dangerous. I wanted to play football, but yet again that was too dangerous. What can I say they love me too much, which in my opinion is too much sometimes. I love them because they raised me, but when it comes to reality they are always correct. They are never wrong, well maybe sometimes, because life is about being sure. If your not sure that a job will give you the money to pay the bills, then why take it? If your not sure that you will get an A in a class, then why take it? I know life is stressful and parents are even more, but we must realize that in time we can learn to justify their reasoning. They only had the best of intentions, they never meant to lose us.