Notes, thoughts and writings (sometimes short and sometimes not, usually factually accurate but sometimes indulged) about my pursuits of life, liberty and happiness.
21 July 2009
The Lessons I Never Was Taught
I was thinking the other day of all the things that my parents and the world they came. It was a very different world. A world that was a lot harder than the one that I grew up in. Not in the sense of the peer pressure and the bad things all around but in the sense of the personal tradegy and lessons that one goes through as a child. When I grew up it was towards the end on the time when a child could actual injure themselves on toys.
As I have gotten older I have realized that my parents have given me a lot, they have also taught me a lot of extremely valuable life lessons. I am grateful for these.
Perhaps equally importantly, I am grateful for the lessons they didn't teach me. The lessons that hurt so much they clip your wings and make you not want to fly any more. The lessons that take an incredibly strong person, like my parents, to survive. My parents didn't just survive, they carefully kept their child from having to go through the same painful experiences.
This is not to say that I have led a sheltered life. It has been somewhat sheltered, enough to keep me safe but not to much that I can't stand on my own. But the dark, bitter moments of life, the ones that are so easy to pass on, those haven't been passed on. They were carefully hidden so that only as an adult, with my eyes opened to the world, can I even see hints of such moments from their lives.
I am forever grateful for the lessons my parents taught me. I am also forever grateful for the lessons my parents didn't teach me.