living in fear
Gone are the days when kids could play out in the street. Gone are the times when walking alone at night was absolutely safe. How many places still have families who sleep at night with their front door left unlocked? When people walk the busy streets of the city, they clutch onto their belongings, paranoia is always in the back of their heads, and they eye suspiscious looking people. The only thing heard, read, and seen on the news these days are all about terrorism, kidnapping, murder, theft, injuries, illness & abnormalities. Is this really it? This is the world we live in?
We're all living in fear. Even if we don't think about it everyday or it's not something that we worry about constantly, at one time or another, we are fearful of what could possibly be out there.
As a new mother, i signed up for a life of constant worry. My life would come to a screeching halt if, Heaven forbid, anything would happen to my baby. *knock on wood* And then i thought about it... there are about 100 million thousand gazzillion trillion billion things to worry about when you think of your child.
Right now, i worry whether he eats enough or if he's getting too fat. I worry whether what he just put in his mouth is clean or not. I worry if he gets enough attention.
Something as simple as learning how to walk can trigger ideas that would give me a heart attack--- i mean, what if he falls? and hits his head on something?! or take out an eye?! So many possibilities.
And then there are the toddler years... what if he trips on something while he's running around? What if we take him to the mall and he gets lost? or worse, kidnapped?! What if he falls off his bike?!
And then there's that time in their lives when they wanna go out all on their own... hang out with friends, do stupid adolescent things. What if they get into bad drugs? what if he does horrible in school? what if they get into an accident? what if he picks the wrong kind of girl to date?
The list could go on and on... there's no stopping worry, fear, and paranoia. But then again, that's life, isn't it? That's just the way the ball rolls... I mean, really... is it gonna stop me from being a good parent? no. Will i be strict? to an extent... maybe. But i'm gonna have to let him live his life, right? Yes, there are horrible possibilities, but that's the risk i'm willing and going to have to take. I'll let him fall and make his mistakes... there are no better teachers than the mistakes they make themselves. I say whatever happens, really, is meant to happen. But there's a difference between being liberal and just being plain wreckless.
I still want world peace though... and sick, inhuman, cruel people do belong behind bars.
eh... this is just me... thought of something, wrote about it. Asked questions and answered them myself... i'm having a conversation with myself... weird.
We're all living in fear. Even if we don't think about it everyday or it's not something that we worry about constantly, at one time or another, we are fearful of what could possibly be out there.
As a new mother, i signed up for a life of constant worry. My life would come to a screeching halt if, Heaven forbid, anything would happen to my baby. *knock on wood* And then i thought about it... there are about 100 million thousand gazzillion trillion billion things to worry about when you think of your child.
Right now, i worry whether he eats enough or if he's getting too fat. I worry whether what he just put in his mouth is clean or not. I worry if he gets enough attention.
Something as simple as learning how to walk can trigger ideas that would give me a heart attack--- i mean, what if he falls? and hits his head on something?! or take out an eye?! So many possibilities.
And then there are the toddler years... what if he trips on something while he's running around? What if we take him to the mall and he gets lost? or worse, kidnapped?! What if he falls off his bike?!
And then there's that time in their lives when they wanna go out all on their own... hang out with friends, do stupid adolescent things. What if they get into bad drugs? what if he does horrible in school? what if they get into an accident? what if he picks the wrong kind of girl to date?
The list could go on and on... there's no stopping worry, fear, and paranoia. But then again, that's life, isn't it? That's just the way the ball rolls... I mean, really... is it gonna stop me from being a good parent? no. Will i be strict? to an extent... maybe. But i'm gonna have to let him live his life, right? Yes, there are horrible possibilities, but that's the risk i'm willing and going to have to take. I'll let him fall and make his mistakes... there are no better teachers than the mistakes they make themselves. I say whatever happens, really, is meant to happen. But there's a difference between being liberal and just being plain wreckless.
I still want world peace though... and sick, inhuman, cruel people do belong behind bars.
eh... this is just me... thought of something, wrote about it. Asked questions and answered them myself... i'm having a conversation with myself... weird.
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