The Other Side

My mom’s side of the family moved to the US last year from China. It’s been interesting getting to know them to say the least. There’s a lot of cultural differences between them and my dad’s side of my family — considering they’ve been here for the better part of 30 years. One thing has been apparent as I’ve gotten to know them. Most of their communication errs on the side of condescension — meaning very patronizing. It’s off-putting to say the least.

I more or less do my own thing. Whether they agree or not isn’t something I consider or care much for. I’m sure a lot of people listen to what their family tells them or advises, but my family unfortunately doesn’t have a good track record for this. I fly solo — so to speak.

In life, the less you care or think about what others say, the better overall you feel. It’s something to tend to realize more when you get older. When you’re young, you have a tendency to want others to see one version of you — maybe to appease them or something of your own insecurity. It’s the pitfalls of being young and not yet fully mature or an adult.

The quicker you come to terms with how you are naturally, the better life tends to treat you. Make what you will of it and it’s soon your oyster. I can admit with out hesitation I’m a work in progress and everything up to this point in my life is a product of my own doing. All my actions lead me to here and I’m thankful to be where I want to be. Yeah — I can be extremely arrogant, obnoxious if you catch me on a bad day, intimidating, or worse — ungrateful for the things I have. At least I’m aware and can admit it to be true.

It’s the reason I’ve been so close with my beloved grandma, aunts, and uncles from my dad’s side of the family. They realize I am the black sheep of the family and all my accomplishments are my own — no help given. A few kind words of encouragement became the catalyst to send me on the right path, but it I was a journey I traveled alone.

I can’t imagine what life holds for me, but I have an idea. Just try and stop me. Later world.

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