My parents make me so frustrated sometimes.
Like, how they don’t let me do things and experience life. They say, “Why don’t you just stay home and clean up? You don’t love us!” Well you know what? I do love them, and I feel like when I’m older, I’ll end up resenting them for how much they’ve restricted me. And later on in life, I don’t want to become bitter about how my childhood was wasted on doing chores and meaningless things. I want to improve the relationships I have with people. I want to spend time with people I hardly ever see anymore. Cause really, in the future, it won’t be our job or insignificant items like our house or clothes comforting us when our health is slowly diminishing, but rather, the people who care for us. If we spend too much time trying to become successful or attaining material objects, the people in our lives will slowly fade away. By the time you’re on your death bed, probably only a handful people will actually feel full-on sympathy. My parents always tell me, “You have too many friends! Stop hanging out with them so often!” Yeah, okay. In two years, I’ve lost so many of them because of how much my parents rarely let me go out to just meet up with them, or to their parties, or something along those lines.
I don’t want to sound like a spoiled brat, but I honestly do value the relationships I have with people. I don’t ever want to take it for granted and each individual in my life matters.