Forced to Adulthood
1030 Words
It's about that little kid who was brought up to a big city for the purpose of better studies & life, the matter wasn't just to study. Motive of migrating with whole family was to save it from outbreak of 'A crazy witch' & numerous superstitious beliefs, and also that of people’s envious eyes of our progression in that dinky little town. That happens, when you stay in a small economy, people are jealous to see you grow and then it spreads a negative atmosphere.
With all these and a lot more such rational reasons made us leave that little town. It's just that, It scared my mother a lot to stay aside a witch with what she does & could do, In such an atmosphere where my uncle used to drink alcohol each evening and my cousin brothers were also into smoking and all that wasn't fine by my parents to grow a kid around; They never wanted me to be like them, in order to save me from that. Now that we got here, It wasn't easy to deal with anything. Everything was new, stressing and took hard work; as for the kid’s further studies it got buried under the load of his part in responsibilities of my father’s new business. Ain't easy to establish any new business and without a huge amount of investment, It didn’t seem quite possible.
As my dad didn't wish to sell any of his father's memories and thought he could make a smart move with smaller investment and undoubtedly he did; I felt great to see that. With all that he did, I've been at my full potential and always been his Little Shoulder; I even did jobs at an age so small, when we were a lot too needy monetarily. I did as much as I could & I never complain. Could not as much as my father did for me but as much I could put.
I've always been my full to help him out at every uncertainty. But what it was is just a kid being forced to adulthood similarly like his father was forced to, that's okay; Everyone has their struggles. It was fine by me for a while, till my opinions were not undermined.
I eventually got adjusted to the circumstances where I was underestimated very often and it had grave results but I never got the value of my predictions to those uncertainties coming to life. I used to stay busy in my schooling then I had extra classes & then business till it got off. I used to not have time for my friends. My friends used to reach me at home by the time I got vacated, but I’d like to tell you that, nobody ever could influence me to be what I was becoming, I've lived in as many companies that you may never get to see, If you hear me about them all, you might as well just begin to judge them all Bad. But no! I’ve been the one that has been a bad company for them; I’m the bad influence they had. They were all just fine, it’s just that, the good ones leave me, and I stick to the bad ones; because I’m a firm believer of “You only live once” and could never get over my “Fear of missing out”. Thus all that each one of my friends had me was a good lesson.
All I did was, I've been turning out to be more & more worried about work at my very teen age as it kept fluctuating, Sometimes it got us so many pleasures and sometimes it just wasn't sufficient to even fulfill the basic necessities of my family and it was something worse to see, it was way worse to see my parents clashing over every little monetary deficit; what happened between my parents was that my mother fought my dad about getting her kids what they least deserved. But because she couldn’t understand was the fact that my father’s been depending only on the skills of his manual labor as he couldn’t figure out a secondary income.
I've blamed all the illusions & dreams of my life which had me to take a run towards them, not my parents; they’ve been just catalysts. I realized that I should not stay casting myself in the mold of my father's likelihood. I cramped with the circumstances when I had to sacrifice my college life due to financial deficits but all my little fantasies got blamed for, was my loss. But that wasn't an accepted truth by me, but the beheld lie to present me as a sinner. It's been the biggest heartbreak of my life to get torn apart of my studies.
Just the matter of bad times in life that stayed along with my parents since my birth which was for a way long time, I've been pitying on myself that I couldn't find a way to get my parents a better life, instead all I did was make it worse. My father’s always been warping me all day like it’s a solution, or I'm the only reason behind the situation they're in right now, or maybe I was; Who could tell. All because I've been a guy to never manage for less than what I deserved as the bad times spoke too loud in my ears, it was intolerant and demotivating. But you know me.
“Challenges are often accepted by each DNA inside me”
Anyways, these times change the weather; these times have changed me; now these times would ultimately be changing things into my favor one fine today (as you read it). I'm the kind of a stubborn that would never surrender to financial difficulties, as almighty don’t need any finance to build a better life for me.
How'd normal times build a special personality when even those stars couldn't shine without the dark?
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