157th Post

Sleep eludes me.

My head aches.
My cough seems to have grown from bad to worse.
My health is as usual dropping.

I'm so tired.
Will there ever be rest?
What defines "rest"?

On the path to giving up the bottle.
But knowing myself.
I'll most likely return to it eventually.
And to drink like there is no tomorrow.

Parents.

We all have a love-hate relationship with them.

But when they say.
"But this is the best for you."
Is that true?

Is the advise dished out by the parents always best for the kid?

Parents are after all.
Humans.
And prone to errors.

In the area of BGR.
Personally speaking.
I think the parents should not really bother about it.

Because at the end of the day.
It's basically the kid who decides whats best for him or her.
And i personally believe that the kid is old enough to make the own decisions.
And to know the consequences that will follow.

In the area of studies.
Parents should not push the child too hard.
For it will merely serve as to make the child hate studying.
And when the child hates studying.
Here's where all the problems all start coming out.

I wonder.
How many parents actually know when to interfere and when not to?
It's a fine line.

Point granted.
Parents want to show that they care for their child.
But is that the way to do it?

But yet.
An irony exists.
Sometimes the parents are actually correct.
But the child fails to see the rationale behind the parent's interference.
And commits the mistake.

And for that.
It's not the child that pays.
But the parent.

Sigh.
Once again.
Another of life's curiosity.

Never to be fulfilled.
Never to be answered.

Sick of it all.

Still wishing for my wings.
To take me away from it all.
This whirlwind of confusion.

Still wishing for my isolated island.
To scream.
To cry.

To end it all.