Beyond a threshold!

Do you remember what you answered when your teachers asked about your aim? Is that what you became that you answered that day? Can you think of what is your favorite to-do work, and do you continue doing this?

Probably the answer is a big zero, you became someone your family wanted you to be. And you don't even have enough time to be yourself. No, I don't disagree with anyone's ancestral ambition but I strongly disagree with the process of making it happen. Stimulating someone to put up with your journey is unfair anyway. Financial support is odd but moral support is integral.??

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Home is a place where we can just be ourselves, and be most vulnerable to strip down to nothing even the ugliest of our imperfections. A place where no one judges us for what we are, and what we want to be.?

But nothing is exact for two, even 6 is 9 for the opposite. Likewise for some of us, home is a depriving prison. where we can be anything but not ourselves, a place where we are constantly judged, a place where no one knows what we're going through, and how mentally and emotionally tired we are. A smile is a veil behind which we hide our affliction. where even if we lay our hearts open right in front of everyone, cry our hearts out, we'll get nothing but belittled.

From early childhood, some of us are not allowed to do something more than precise studies. Scoring well in exams used to be our mission. we all had heard if you won't keep good scores everyone will bully you, and laugh at you. but it all starts at my very own home, parents felt ashamed sharing their children's scores. the alarms for exams, the terrifying threats, key books, oh there are so many which won't let us sleep before exams. The first one to bully for scoring less was someone from home always. Apart from this parents didn't allow anything besides having a good grade on the progress report *better than your neighbor's child. Entered in teenage, Puberty hit. Arrived at the eternities of troubles. So many changes, So many unusual situations but your home served foremost food, pair of dresses, books, and a shelter over your head. Out of shame, the elders of the house never talked about, why all these shits happening unexpectedly! but judged if we found someone to share what distress we were in! That friend with whom you don't fear sharing tiny things becomes your only family. Friends appear better than anything else in the world.?

Good time runs away, and school gets over. Staying-in-touch logic fails miserably. buddies picked new ones, and we found new ones. We saw a new side of budding life and starts believing the things our parents often said to us. Ultimately, the fed-up understanding that only we can achieve our parent's dream, becomes our goal. "if we won't then who will do this?" the punch line doesn't let us dream anything else. Once they dreamt of becoming this, but couldn't fulfill it. "you are the last hope". this emotional treatment continues from board exams until you choose science at twelve. Wandering literature in mind and studying physics books becomes tough. truly, someone reading this thoroughly won't get this pain until he had ever gone through it.

Seasons of degree arrive and ends. But with the increasing age the demands grew up, and family wants us to do something big. Some start hitting arrows upon a permanent job and then marrying a promising one. And the news headlines turn the game,?

" IAS at the age of 22 ",?

"Daughter of labor becomes doctor".?

The dawn discussion introduces determining the future of the next generation again.

But at a point when they'll see someone succeeding, receiving a trophy from CM/PM. they'll regret their decision. Their child could be there if they'd supported you when you pleaded. Their child could be a good sportsperson today if they'd not judged his marks. You could do magic on a field if they wouldn't have pushed you into this. Maybe your children are surviving today, but they could have lived life if you'd allowed it. But it's too late.

From excluding faults to losing self-respect deliberately, we became unaware of our liveliness. From losing our dream to emotional awareness of life, we learn what we deserve is thoroughly distinct from what we're in. What we deserve is solely different from what we lost. We had a long way to go but we missed the chance. Bungalow, bank balance wasn't our aim, it was quite different and family didn't understand.?We learned and earned but that's not enough for life. We couldn't make ourselves proud by surviving a life.

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It may seem too easy to decide which fault this is but no it isn't. Depression is not always for break-up with a Lover or hate from a best friend. Most of the time It's the burden of achieving the dream of a family that we fail miserably to carry. And we feel losing life is a fairer pick.?

Kindly try being a home to your children, not a prison.