Baskadia

At some point in time, we were conceived and then born; whether in great circumstances or not, it doesn't seem to matter much now.

At some point, we felt invincible with nothing holding us back from whatever dreams we wanted to live.

But it still baffles me how I manage to laugh whenever I remember the younger version of me. Happy, carefree, without worries about nothing. How naive I was thinking the the world was laid out for me to trudge whenever I saw fit. Always thinking I had everyone and everything at my disposal, but turns out I've been wrong. As always.

It's funny and heart-wrenching that most of the times we missed the chance to make out dreams come true, it was because our family held us back. These were and are the very people we've been hardwired to respect and serve from infancy;believing whatever they do for us is on our best interests.

It might me a conscious mechanism to prevent us from harm or a subconscious desire to control us. But whatever the reason is, it tears us down and the family apart. Mostly it's a roller-coaster of emotions for me, seeing as all of us are willing to break ourselves away from oyr dreams all in the name of family.