One of my friends argued strongly, “If parents are not able to save the hierarchical property or earn a property for their children (future generation), they didn’t live proper life or in a right way.”
It sounded so funny to me. There is nothing called right or wrong way of living or even good or bad way of living, and no one has a dictionary to live a better life. Standing far beyond the limits of time and circumstances, I can blame my parents that they didn’t live a proper life, as if I am living it as the best. What looks as luxury now for me might have been a necessity for them at that moment. My parents didn’t save or earn a property, but they gave me everything that is necessary to lead a dignified life. I can’t blame them for the way they lived. I feel that who am I to question their selfless living and unplanned giving? I can only revere the life they lived.
My father usually says, “I am meant to live a life as happy as the way I live by believing the principles of “tomorrow never comes and live the moment”, I never regret any moment that you people call where ‘I failed’. I have given or passed on the qualities of individuality and virtue to you. It is up to you to find your fortune with them. You have no rights to point finger on me for your misfortunes.”
When he said that, I was angry: How irresponsible he is! But after a while when I think, indeed, I have no rights to blame him for not saving a load of money spend for generations, as he has taught me to choose them for myself. If I didn’t choose them, I cannot blame him. Still, I can only admire my father for being who he is. It is not easy to be happy, content, and good-tempered all the time beyond many failures. When someone does, like my father, naturally the world blames that person as irresponsible and their life as wrongly lived one!
When I write this, I realize how ill-tempered with my parents I am, finding fault with the way they brought me up. Indeed, they did their best for me. I rever them for the way they are.