There is a very fine line between freedom and happiness. Naturally, I feel the most happy when I am free but sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in limbo, somewhere between the two. Obviously the goal in life is to do something you love, it's beyond heartbreaking to see my dad so down because of work or employee's. Often times I feel that he truly hates his job. He was going to quit a while back, and start up a restaurant of his own but somewhere along the way he ended up just giving up.
My sister and I encouraged him to keep it going but he settled on something else. He decided to acquire some property of his own and cultivate the land on it. He seems content, building a pond and whatnot, but I can't help but think what would have happened if he followed his dream of the restaurant. I suppose now we'll never know, but just because my father chose to forgo his dreams doesn't mean that he's a coward, or that I'm doomed to follow in his footsteps. I know in my heart that I am never going to forgo mine. I have this fiery determination within me, one that cannot be extinguished. We all have it within us, never forget that all the power to accomplish your goals lies within yourself.
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