Things don't get easy for you. You're not rich, you don't have a good and stable family and you wonder sometimes if you've been educated enough.
You don't live in a big house and sometimes you ponder if your parents have really brought you up the best way in life-elegance, etiquette and excellence.
You worry. When trouble hits, you challenge yourself to withstand your fears. But you're afraid. Afraid you cannot run through these obstacles in life. And you break down. Once. And you stand up strong again. Until another problem shoots you. And you drop down again; a bird with broken wings.
You know you want to be a good family member, a good partner, land up in a good occupation, have a good relationship, be a good parent, a grandparent. But you know you haven't got that far.
You're at the crossroads. You are past the age of a teenager, but not yet an adult. Sometimes you just want to be a child. Thinking if life could start all over again; you wailing in that pram.
You zap yourself back into reality. Of course not. Remember, things don't get easy for you. You might not have the elegance, the etiquette nor the excellence, but you had all the fun being rough and rugged. Which is better?
Your parents might not have brought you up the best possible way, but if they had, will they produce an ignorant and pampered child? Will they leave some mistakes behind for you to mend and cover up as a future parent? Which is better taught? A perfect family, or an imperfect one?
You stumble over rocks for reasons. You understand when things are going all good, you suddenly fall down again and again. Things don't get easy for you.
