Most of my plans seem dead in the water. Even so, I refuse to concede defeat. Do I recognize that I have been an industrious student ever since I had the chance. I have always evinced a strong desire to learn new things. However, my poor social skills, and by extension all the aspects of my life that come with it have been affected due to this.  To me, starting afresh means making a huge sacrifice. Hence, the need for me to get the necessary help so as not to derail from the right path.  In order for me to implement a beneficial change in my life an ultimate effort must be required. May it be impossible for me to draw a veil over my past. Nonetheless, I must learn to deal with it.

 

Oftentimes, do I sense bad memories prowling around my mind as if they were hungry leech. My coloring leaves me when that happens. You see, I´ve always wanted to be an impeccable student and efficient worker. So that one day I could become a noted writer or educator. Still and all, my self-confidence was razed as if it were a burning house owing to my family´s abuse. It seems as though I had been suckered into doing whatever my kin wanted me to do taking only into account their selfish motives.

Even the few friends I would make my mom would scare off. Hence, I would be influenced into unfriending them myself. Unfortunately for me, I wasn´t a sturdy boy by nature. Once, I heard

a friend saying that each person on this planet is accountable for their actions. I do not concur with him whatsoever. Family pressure and traumatic experiences can be so damaging to a child´s personality that they might as well mark them for life.

 

The aftertaste of defeat is something I have experienced countless times. Consequently, the reason for me talking about this topic for the thousand time is not so as to bore you. Conversely though, my intention is to make you aware of the dangers of overprotection. How on Earth do parents expect their children to avail themselves of the opportunities that come their way if they never let them out of the nest? Even though my arguments are well founded, still I hear some sick people our there who think what they are doing is the best. If you expect your children to get through anything in life, let them live. You are going to regret it for the rest of your life if you raise your children to have qualms about everything they do. Ergo, the only way in which a person can fully mature is by being let have a chance to hit their stride in whatever they want to do. As they say: There is no substitute for experience, The more prepared you are in life the better.

 

Life can short-change us so many times. Therefore, we cannot sit on our hands and expect the world to be a better place. We must be tactful and seasoned in whatever we do. In order to get there though, a lot of work is required. Before I sum this up, I´d like to say that I don´t want to leave this world with compunctions owing to any of my actions. Have I bleated on numerous occasions about what fate had given me. Notwithstanding, may I still compile a list of the positive things that have happened to me during my lifetime. Even if they are not many. Will I have to make an effort so as to sift the negative experiences that I´ve encountered out of my list. Lastly, I´ll end this by saying the day I stop being contentious towards my family for what they did to me, will be the day I pass on.