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E-mail“Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, and a few shatter childhoods completely..into jagged little pieces, beyond repair”
The 5 People you meet in heaven.
Cracked glass-like youth is not a mystery...It’s expected half the time, if not even predicted. Though some have it better than others, and perhaps in my best of moments I can relate myself to ’some’, ‘others’ still get their glass shattered, sit in their room with blank sort of numb reactions, desperately trying to pick the pieces up, freaked out, and completely clueless as to how this could have happened, how to fix it, and just where to start. Or need I not bother at all?
Resentment towards a person that comes with this job description, to be a parent. This person that holds so much power with the role, and abuses it, and manipulates it, and plays mind games with those under him in the organizational chart, the kids. It works in this mundane patriarchal manner, whether mother or father, or sometimes both, or even none at all...there’s this exuberant routine of inflicting pain, serious and permanent, and deep. Resentment towards parenting, that has become nothing more to me than just some other job, like any other, and you’re doing really bad at it too.
So...I choose to rise above.
I’m rising above the situation, refusing to become this f#@$%!& up little daughter that stresses over the viciousness of the cycle, and just how much she’s gonna f@#$ someone up later along the line.
I’m overcoming the urge to turn into this Prozac-enslaved-mindless-disturbed-numbed person that can later on in life blame it on the selfish, abusive, uninterested parents, the ones that didn’t hug me enough as a baby! BS!
Yea...I’m rising above!
(Let’s hope so!)
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[On America]”Your country seems to have everything and yet almost nothing. It’s unbelievable. In that vast, beautiful, powerful land of unprecedented abundance live some of the most unhappy people on earth. Oh Generally speaking, they complement all that affluence by being generous and energetic...rather decent. But they’re chronically depressed and dissatisfied. Chronically. Have you heard of Prozac?”
He nodded...”In our Declaration of Independence, we consecrate ourselves as a nation to the pursuit of happiness. That in itself is an admission of habitual discontent. One needn’t pursue what one already possesses.”
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with self learned lesson,
through consistent passion,
I overcome,my depression,
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