"Imagine pleasing two versions of yourself: the wide-eyed 8-year-old and the reflective 80-year-old. They're both watching, every day.
This led me to ponder: what would my 8-year-old self have truly wanted? Likely, a simple dream—a doctor, an engineer—without grasping the depth of those paths. Later, my aspirations narrowed: financial independence, a job to call my own. I never chased grand ambitions, just a secure life. Yet, I yearned for a partner with the drive I lacked.
Why this disparity? Perhaps my subconscious, shaped by observing my parents, limited my own vision. I suspect my 8-year-old wouldn't be too disappointed with where I am now. But my 80-year-old self? That's a different story.
Impressing her will demand more. It will require actions I can't yet conceive. Will I rise to the challenge? Or will I succumb to the feeling of self-sacrifice, prioritizing others' needs over my own? This is the daily lesson life seems determined to teach, but I refuse to accept it as my final narrative."
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