The Greatest Hero
I've known you a long time, longer than anyone else in this world. You've been an inspiration to my life, and what ever it is that I do. Amidst the hectic life pursuiting my dreams, I'd sometimes stop and think a little. How lucky it is for me to have met you, how lucky it is for me to be growing up beside a guardian like you.
You told me your story once, that your father had died when you were little, that you had to struggle with your siblings to barely survive. You barely had a house the size of my room back then, and your whole family would have to live there. You'd help your mother work from morning till dusk, just to see the burden over her shoulders lightened a little. That your brother had to read under a single candle at night just to make it through to university. That no one else in your family could afford to go to school.
I've always been blinded by the comfort that was given to me, the comfort you had to work hard to earn back in your times. I'd always demand for things. Things that I could easily live without, and would blind me even more with. You didn't bother how hard it was to provide, and you continue providing. You have your own dreams, and could easily have gotten them. Instead, you gave them to me. You sacrificed your whole life, to let me mould mine the way I wanted it when I didn't even know what was it I wanted.
There was always a roof over my head, and no matter how bad things were at home, you'd force out a smile to greet my return. You gave me everything I wanted, without ever asking the simplest of questions, "Why?". Times were bad before, and I was there to witness all of them. I hated the person who did it to you, and until today I have yet to forgive him.
A friend told me his story a few days back, living under the conditions you'd live in when you were younger. He told me that eventhough they were poor and were always mentally broken, the very togetherness of their family kept them going. They'd learn to live everyday for that day, and to rely the next to God's will and their hardwork.
Times are bad now, and no matter how hard you work day in day out, it doesn't seem to provide enough. But its good. I feel that if ever things were not like this, I'd be growing up differently, never knowing how difficult it is to make a living. Never would you falter, never would you give up. Sometimes I could hear you crying alone in the night, always telling youself that you've gone far enough, that it was time to let it all go. But you'd wake up the next morning with a smile, and from your eyes I could see the energy to fight for another decade. I don't know how you harness such strength from the bleakest hours, but I admire you greatly for that.
I'd look at myself and wonder which parts of myself resembled you. Nothing. I don't even have half the courage and strength you have, not even half the willpower and determination. The storm of darkness had been fogging your path for years now, and you'd repeatedly fall into pits. But you'd get out of them and continue your journey, no matter how much it hurt you.
Mom, you are the greatest person I've ever met. You came from one of the poorest histories in your time, and yet none of your kids could ever imagine that being possible. Even after repeated battering from potholes that would kill your strength, you got up, brushed youself clean, and continued moving. You've provided us with the best things any sons and daughter can ever get. I know sometimes we'd have bad arguements where I'd want to quit studying to go out and work. I love studying, and there's nothing I want more than to come out of university holding a degree. But sometimes people don't get what they want. That's the time when they'd make sacrifices for the greater good: their families. I thought that by having a little bit of your traits, I'd be able to help the family, and you'd not need to cry in the nights again. That is the only thing I'm asking for, because it'll make me feel like a useless son if I'd just sit there and suck money out of you when I can be doing something more productive. I'm alright with me not finishing my studies, but I want to see my sister graduate doing what she wants to do. I only have that aim in my life for now.
Thank you, my hero. I am the luckiest son in the world simply because I have you as my mother. I don't think you'll ever read this post, but its my blog, and its a place for me to realise my opinions. God bless..
You told me your story once, that your father had died when you were little, that you had to struggle with your siblings to barely survive. You barely had a house the size of my room back then, and your whole family would have to live there. You'd help your mother work from morning till dusk, just to see the burden over her shoulders lightened a little. That your brother had to read under a single candle at night just to make it through to university. That no one else in your family could afford to go to school.
I've always been blinded by the comfort that was given to me, the comfort you had to work hard to earn back in your times. I'd always demand for things. Things that I could easily live without, and would blind me even more with. You didn't bother how hard it was to provide, and you continue providing. You have your own dreams, and could easily have gotten them. Instead, you gave them to me. You sacrificed your whole life, to let me mould mine the way I wanted it when I didn't even know what was it I wanted.
There was always a roof over my head, and no matter how bad things were at home, you'd force out a smile to greet my return. You gave me everything I wanted, without ever asking the simplest of questions, "Why?". Times were bad before, and I was there to witness all of them. I hated the person who did it to you, and until today I have yet to forgive him.
A friend told me his story a few days back, living under the conditions you'd live in when you were younger. He told me that eventhough they were poor and were always mentally broken, the very togetherness of their family kept them going. They'd learn to live everyday for that day, and to rely the next to God's will and their hardwork.
Times are bad now, and no matter how hard you work day in day out, it doesn't seem to provide enough. But its good. I feel that if ever things were not like this, I'd be growing up differently, never knowing how difficult it is to make a living. Never would you falter, never would you give up. Sometimes I could hear you crying alone in the night, always telling youself that you've gone far enough, that it was time to let it all go. But you'd wake up the next morning with a smile, and from your eyes I could see the energy to fight for another decade. I don't know how you harness such strength from the bleakest hours, but I admire you greatly for that.
I'd look at myself and wonder which parts of myself resembled you. Nothing. I don't even have half the courage and strength you have, not even half the willpower and determination. The storm of darkness had been fogging your path for years now, and you'd repeatedly fall into pits. But you'd get out of them and continue your journey, no matter how much it hurt you.
Mom, you are the greatest person I've ever met. You came from one of the poorest histories in your time, and yet none of your kids could ever imagine that being possible. Even after repeated battering from potholes that would kill your strength, you got up, brushed youself clean, and continued moving. You've provided us with the best things any sons and daughter can ever get. I know sometimes we'd have bad arguements where I'd want to quit studying to go out and work. I love studying, and there's nothing I want more than to come out of university holding a degree. But sometimes people don't get what they want. That's the time when they'd make sacrifices for the greater good: their families. I thought that by having a little bit of your traits, I'd be able to help the family, and you'd not need to cry in the nights again. That is the only thing I'm asking for, because it'll make me feel like a useless son if I'd just sit there and suck money out of you when I can be doing something more productive. I'm alright with me not finishing my studies, but I want to see my sister graduate doing what she wants to do. I only have that aim in my life for now.
Thank you, my hero. I am the luckiest son in the world simply because I have you as my mother. I don't think you'll ever read this post, but its my blog, and its a place for me to realise my opinions. God bless..
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