We can’t define who we truly are. But there are times when we get to know what our potentials are, we get to know where our strengths lie, and we get to know what our limitations are. At that point, you start thinking about your life and who you really want to become. The man you are is what you decide to be.
I never knew I was strong until I got to the stage where I needed it. I have always been tagged a lazy kid by mum though I have been giving out my best always. But seems my siblings are just way better than I am.
I have always dreamed and wanted a stress-free life, a life where food could just appear on my table, eat, and then relax, and I sleep if the need arises. Such a life is what I wanted. Anything I realize would stress me I always try to avoid,
But as I began to grow and understand life better, I realized I wasn’t born with a silver spoon. It's either I buy one for myself and my generations to come or I steal one. Lol. Even to steal one is never an easy task. So why don't I just get it with my own sweat, and I will be so proud of it?
I began to work on myself and metamorphosed from being the stress-free type to a stress-enduring type. I counted it as a part of my growth and adjusted my ways.
Right now, when I look at myself and reminisce about my childhood days, I just start to wonder how quickly I have changed over time. Recently, I was having a discussion with my younger brother, who has been proving to be a little stubborn. I told him that he is not anywhere close to stubbornness because I know what it takes to be stubborn.
My childhood days were like waging a war. I am always interested in looking out for trouble, I have always wanted to see myself doing things that are way beyond my capacity and I have a strong heart too.
But as I grew up, should I say life began to teach me lessons, I realized there is no benefit from being stubborn, but there is surely some reward for patience and being calm. It wasn’t easy to change my ways but I began to train myself to adjust gradually.
I remember a day when I was younger and one of my teachers called me. He asked me to look at myself and also take a look at my elder brother. He asked if anyone would agree that we are siblings. I was dumbfounded, then he started talking further. And he was telling the truth about me because I was just the exact opposite of my brother.
After his words sank into my brain, I changed for just a few weeks and then the stubborn side came back I continued to be my playful self again. At some point, the teacher left me alone.
