A fetus grows not in the womb of the woman it chose but of the woman who has won it by chance, by destiny, by lottery. Or it could be said the other way around. A mother gives birth not to the child she chose to have, but of the child who has won her by chance, by destiny, by the ovarian lottery.
Life is sacred they say. And in it is the unending quest of finding meaning and purpose of our existence as we spend each day dealing with various relationships. And the base of a man's emotional stability and social intelligence depends largely on his relationship with his parents. For the very first relationship every human will have of another person is that of his father and mother. And by the ovarian lottery, we have not the power to select our parents. We were left with no choice but to love them for who they are, no matter what they do, whether they have a stuffy bank account or have only little to provide.
This inability to choose our parents, I think, gives a little spice in our lives. It shoos away dullness and boredom in our existence. We learn to bend as we allow our parents to mold us into having acceptable characters and persona. We learn to focus and adopt vital lessons from their own life experiences. We learn to listen and not just hear whenever they talk with anger or frustration.
Admittedly and shamefully, when I was young, I wished to have different parents. I wanted to have a more beautiful and financially richer set of parents. Yes, more beautiful. I wanted my dad to be more stunning, healthy-looking, and bold. I wanted my mom to have flawless skin and clothes that do not smell of cigarettes. I wanted them both to have stable jobs that pay well, so they can send us to school with their own money and not just by scholarship, so we can afford family vacations on holidays like most of the families I know. This immature thinking led me to take for granted the relationship I had with my parents in my adolescent years, without knowing that someday it will eat me up inside because of regrets.
It's been almost a decade since my rebel days and I probably am still writing about this because of guilt. And I continue to write because along the way I realize a few more things in retrospect. I am wishing now to have time turned back though I know that wish is only what it is and could be nothing else. It's truly sad when you know that you have done something which you shouldn't have had otherwise. Because in this life, there is no rewinding. We only get one shot in each stage of our lives as we grow older and maybe wiser.
Life is sacred they say. And in it is the unending quest of finding meaning and purpose of our existence as we spend each day dealing with various relationships. And the very first relationship every human will have of another person is that of his father and mother. All of the relationship ties we have with other people may break, but that with our parents is sacred and shall never ever break. Because we won them by chance, by destiny, by the ovarian lottery. And we can do nothing about it.
So better make the most out of each day you spend with your parents. Strengthen your ties and make it unbreakable. They are your roots and each of your relationship with other people is influenced by it. In times you do not understand them, stop rationalizing. Do not think. Just love them, smile and say, "I won the lottery".
Life is sacred they say. And in it is the unending quest of finding meaning and purpose of our existence as we spend each day dealing with various relationships. And the base of a man's emotional stability and social intelligence depends largely on his relationship with his parents. For the very first relationship every human will have of another person is that of his father and mother. And by the ovarian lottery, we have not the power to select our parents. We were left with no choice but to love them for who they are, no matter what they do, whether they have a stuffy bank account or have only little to provide.
This inability to choose our parents, I think, gives a little spice in our lives. It shoos away dullness and boredom in our existence. We learn to bend as we allow our parents to mold us into having acceptable characters and persona. We learn to focus and adopt vital lessons from their own life experiences. We learn to listen and not just hear whenever they talk with anger or frustration.
Admittedly and shamefully, when I was young, I wished to have different parents. I wanted to have a more beautiful and financially richer set of parents. Yes, more beautiful. I wanted my dad to be more stunning, healthy-looking, and bold. I wanted my mom to have flawless skin and clothes that do not smell of cigarettes. I wanted them both to have stable jobs that pay well, so they can send us to school with their own money and not just by scholarship, so we can afford family vacations on holidays like most of the families I know. This immature thinking led me to take for granted the relationship I had with my parents in my adolescent years, without knowing that someday it will eat me up inside because of regrets.
It's been almost a decade since my rebel days and I probably am still writing about this because of guilt. And I continue to write because along the way I realize a few more things in retrospect. I am wishing now to have time turned back though I know that wish is only what it is and could be nothing else. It's truly sad when you know that you have done something which you shouldn't have had otherwise. Because in this life, there is no rewinding. We only get one shot in each stage of our lives as we grow older and maybe wiser.
Life is sacred they say. And in it is the unending quest of finding meaning and purpose of our existence as we spend each day dealing with various relationships. And the very first relationship every human will have of another person is that of his father and mother. All of the relationship ties we have with other people may break, but that with our parents is sacred and shall never ever break. Because we won them by chance, by destiny, by the ovarian lottery. And we can do nothing about it.
So better make the most out of each day you spend with your parents. Strengthen your ties and make it unbreakable. They are your roots and each of your relationship with other people is influenced by it. In times you do not understand them, stop rationalizing. Do not think. Just love them, smile and say, "I won the lottery".
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