Hey there peeps,
I think maybe my last post made me sound too... nostalgic, or as a person who misses his childhood.
But then, lots of people do.
And just yesterday, we celebrated two of my friends birthdays.
There birthdays are separate days in the same week, but being students, we tend to club them together. It's easier on the pocket.
Well, as I said, we celebrated their birthday(s).
And it was good. I won't say phenomenal ot anything.
The cake was too chocolaty, and thick.
The people were less, but cared about both the bday boys.
The gifts were good and something each one needed.
And all this just made me think.
About all the time our parents spent, for celebrating our birthdays.
Calling everyone, getting a cake, getting good dresses for us to wear, getting another gift for us to show around...
All the hard work they do.
And, yet, all it takes is a second to forget all of this and more, when they do something we see as wrong, but is infact part of a greater right.
And we , after all our tantrums and whatnot, still have the courage to look them at the face, without a concern for what they might have felt or gone through.
And we demand more and more.
And they still love us more.
We bask in their love and use it to gain.. and gain we do, from our pain.
Shame on us. Shame on us. Shame on us.
-I.B
(A shamefull son who has everything and still manages to let down his parents at every possible moment.)
I think maybe my last post made me sound too... nostalgic, or as a person who misses his childhood.
But then, lots of people do.
And just yesterday, we celebrated two of my friends birthdays.
There birthdays are separate days in the same week, but being students, we tend to club them together. It's easier on the pocket.
Well, as I said, we celebrated their birthday(s).
And it was good. I won't say phenomenal ot anything.
The cake was too chocolaty, and thick.
The people were less, but cared about both the bday boys.
The gifts were good and something each one needed.
And all this just made me think.
About all the time our parents spent, for celebrating our birthdays.
Calling everyone, getting a cake, getting good dresses for us to wear, getting another gift for us to show around...
All the hard work they do.
And, yet, all it takes is a second to forget all of this and more, when they do something we see as wrong, but is infact part of a greater right.
And we , after all our tantrums and whatnot, still have the courage to look them at the face, without a concern for what they might have felt or gone through.
And we demand more and more.
And they still love us more.
We bask in their love and use it to gain.. and gain we do, from our pain.
Shame on us. Shame on us. Shame on us.
-I.B
(A shamefull son who has everything and still manages to let down his parents at every possible moment.)
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