Honestly I never quite understood the meaning of the saying but since this entry is going to be dedicated to a father-daughter relationship..it just sounded very fancy. All through my life, I always felt, the only relationship that defined me was my rebellious spirit against all that my father believed in. It could have been his religious inclination, it could have been his overly protective nature, it could have been his fear : of my overly ambitious spirit against the real- world. The real world that would only always try to get me down at everything I believe in, my free spirit and my unconventional thinking.
Today as I sit here, hitting a 30 in a few months and he sits there, retired and trying to enjoy the life that he built around him, I seek him. I don't seek his approval, I seek guidance against three difficult choices that I face today.
Choice no. 1 : Quit my struggle in a foreign country and embrace the opportunities back home.
Choice no. 2: Try as hard as my spirit and little life can..to try and fit in this foreign land.
Choice no. 3: F**k 'em all and concentrate on what I was born with, my little artistic and writing talent irrespective of the competition that lies there.
Choice no. 3 just by the way was added today. Dad told me that everyone is born with a unique talent or quality, something that they never get to work on unless life leaves them no option. He said according to him, I had something I was born with, that I've just ignored or taken for granted and called as a hobby and may be I should explore what lies for me there.
Would it work? Who knows...?? I only know that today in a day and time and age, where people still talk about stupid things like gender equality. Here is a man, who has lived his whole life of 60 years trying to correct my ways. Here is me, all of 30, trying to fight him only to seek a concurrence now. At this stage in life, it is difficult to stay, what is right and what is wrong. I have only mere chances of survival given my soaring ambitions and almost dying spirit.
I can only make peace with a simple fact that I may not have been daddy's little girl but I certainly have to be daddy long legs in terms of my flight ( Yes, I did google the meaning!)
With that thought and the weekend on it's way...
Cheers!!
Daddy long legs is an insect..
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An insect that flies n doesn't bite.. :-P
ReplyDeleteEven if u don't like what I write abby..its nice to know u read atleast
An insect that flies n doesn't bite.. :-P
ReplyDeleteEven if u don't like what I write abby..its nice to know u read atleast
An insect that flies n doesn't bite.. :-P
ReplyDeleteEven if u don't like what I write abby..its nice to know u read atleast