Family Values
Since the last post, I have not been consumed with hate nor anger. I feel lighter and happier after the shitloads were flushed back to their skanky homes, away from my life.
Last week, however, I had to see my aunts, cousins and uncles during my grandpa's funeral. I miss him terribly and would like him to be proud of who I will be in the future. Nonetheless, I believe he there watching me for the years to come. Thank you for everything, Grandpa. He passed away peacefully at 102 years old.
The family reunion I have had was indeed an eye opener. I have clearly identified who I cherish and will continue to cherish for the rest of my life. The sad part is that they do not even exceed half of the entire family. I have realised that blood line means nothing to me. To me, family are people who love and will be there for each other no matter what and that includes my friends.
I seek certain values in people. Values like sincerity, honesty, respect and the ability to love. It doesn't matter if my favourtie Aunt and I have troubles speaking the same language nor can she understand what my work is about, I have decided that I will take care of her whenever I can and whenever she is in need, for I have learned to see beyond the superficial part of communication. Her soul is filled with love and that should be rewarded.
While I have identified the people I love, I have also clearly picked out the ones I hate. While to love is to be rewarded, to be mean is to be punished. While I have decided not to lay the first hand, but if the first hand is to be laid to any of my loved ones, I will not hesitate to retaliate with full force. No face nor the slightest form of respect shall be spared for these individuals.
I despise the facades, the faux smiles and the prethought conversations that they carry. It degrades family values. The very values that my grandpa upheld when he lived. I despise how they fakely carry on the values, preaching and telling others what to do when they are the lesser being themselves. They can be my elders, my uncles and my cousins, much older than I am, but confucianism doesn't live in me. I want to be the 21 year old that will shake their core and bring them down to their knees, telling them how disgusting they are with their mambo jumbo teachings on respect and life. Respect is only deserved by the deserving. Having more wrinkles doesn't qualify.
So like I said, lay the first hand and they'll wish that they were born without hands.
Last week, however, I had to see my aunts, cousins and uncles during my grandpa's funeral. I miss him terribly and would like him to be proud of who I will be in the future. Nonetheless, I believe he there watching me for the years to come. Thank you for everything, Grandpa. He passed away peacefully at 102 years old.
The family reunion I have had was indeed an eye opener. I have clearly identified who I cherish and will continue to cherish for the rest of my life. The sad part is that they do not even exceed half of the entire family. I have realised that blood line means nothing to me. To me, family are people who love and will be there for each other no matter what and that includes my friends.
I seek certain values in people. Values like sincerity, honesty, respect and the ability to love. It doesn't matter if my favourtie Aunt and I have troubles speaking the same language nor can she understand what my work is about, I have decided that I will take care of her whenever I can and whenever she is in need, for I have learned to see beyond the superficial part of communication. Her soul is filled with love and that should be rewarded.
While I have identified the people I love, I have also clearly picked out the ones I hate. While to love is to be rewarded, to be mean is to be punished. While I have decided not to lay the first hand, but if the first hand is to be laid to any of my loved ones, I will not hesitate to retaliate with full force. No face nor the slightest form of respect shall be spared for these individuals.
I despise the facades, the faux smiles and the prethought conversations that they carry. It degrades family values. The very values that my grandpa upheld when he lived. I despise how they fakely carry on the values, preaching and telling others what to do when they are the lesser being themselves. They can be my elders, my uncles and my cousins, much older than I am, but confucianism doesn't live in me. I want to be the 21 year old that will shake their core and bring them down to their knees, telling them how disgusting they are with their mambo jumbo teachings on respect and life. Respect is only deserved by the deserving. Having more wrinkles doesn't qualify.
So like I said, lay the first hand and they'll wish that they were born without hands.
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