je t'aime...isn't that enough???

Expectations, they can pull you up or push you down. I have struggled with expectations my whole life and i believe that it is something that will never cease to be too far from my mind. The problem is, the more people expect of me the more i rebel, which just makes matters worse. There are days when i don't want to wake up, because waking up itself is an expectation put upon you by yourself or others. You are expected to be an obedient child, a supportive sibling, a good friend, a supermom, a responsible father, and the list goes on...the point is each title comes with a job description that is customized especially for you. Some thrive on the expectation that is thrust upon them, and do their very best to reach it and even exceed it, these are the people who are most likely to become powerful leaders or the suicidal maniacs who cannot accept the fact that they cannot live up to the expectation placed upon them. I don't want to do that.

I don't want people to look at me and immediately put me in a box with a lid to how much i should achieve, what i should do, and who i should be. As easy as it is to say this, doing it is a battle that needs to be waged, and soon. It's like all those statistics on probabilities of how kids from a lower income family will fare in life in general compared to those from middle and higher income families. Who are you or who am i to put a $$$ on these kids heads. Yes, you may be accurate, god forbid, but instead of creating probabilities on how they're going to end up, why do we not focus on what these kids are capable of given the right resources because when it comes down to it all, they are just like any other kid.

Parents usually are the biggest culprits in this particular area. The minute you're conceived, they have a picture in their head about the person you will become. I remember watching an interview on Oprah where Lisa Marie Presley mentioned that her mother, Priscilla Presley, had a vision in her head that she will be the daughter who goes off to live in Paris, sitting on one of those picturesque sidewalk cafe's with a multi coloured chic scarf wrapped around her neck, drinking coffee and writing poems and songs. (Ok, i exaggerated on the details, but you get the picture). Instead of having this picture in their head on what should happen to their child, imagining something like a random happy ending character they saw on tv or read in a book...way can't they just say... je t'aime, c'est tu.

I love you. That's it, all i or anyone else would ask for. Love me and trust me to be to be person i was born to be, and not the person you think i should be...isn't that enough???