Reminded

When things go really hard in life, you grab a wine from your family’s wine display collection — the older, the better — and empty the bottle. Of course, by drinking directly from it.

You can do that, because I kinda did. Once.

Or you can go for a healthier, non-alcoholic way — especially if you're still a minor — and just talk to your parents, or something along those lines.

I’ve never been the kind of person who opens up, or just simply talks about stuff to their parents. Maybe it’s because it runs in the family. It may also be because of the generation gap and me wondering if they’ll understand what I’ve been going through. And another reason may be because whenever I try to talk to them about deep and serious stuff, my tears are faster to run down than my mouth with whatever it is that I would want to say.

All of those above are not just 'maybe' reasons because all of it is true, but the truest of it all is that I am afraid of what they have to say.

I look up to my parents ever since I’ve had consciousness of the universe and beyond. They are my first teachers, my first love, and my forever superheroes. I know I’m not the perfect daughter and all, but when you’re trying to be the version of yourself that you want to be proud of, I tend to shut myself off to the world and be normal on the outside when I’m really so close to crashing down on the inside because life is so hard to live.

It is true.

Life is hard to live.

We strive for perfection because we all want to be the best version of ourselves. And that is totally okay.

But life isn’t meant to be lived alone. We don’t have to shut ourselves off to other people and try to come up with the solution to our problems all by ourselves. That’s why there are other people living in the world — for us to communicate, understand, and be there for each other in any way we can.

My parents reminded me of that.

For so long, I haven’t opened up to them with what I’ve been struggling with.

I’m glad I did though, even if it’s just through a message. For one, they’re more experienced and wiser with the circumstances of the world. And two, they’re my parents and they love me and they know how to give me just the right amount of tough love when I need it.

Because of them, I can say that I have got a clearer view and a wider perspective of where I want to go, what I want to do, and who I want to be in line with the world’s demands and my needs — and that is way better than where I was before I’ve opened up to them.

For so long, I’ve forgotten about the thing I’m most thankful for.

I’m glad I’ve been reminded.