I am upset.
I have all the good habits. I read books suggested by my Dad. I exercise until my body hurts. I eat healthy food. I respect everyone. I learn new languages (now, German). I attend tough courses taught online by brilliant professors. I sleep early, I get up early. I don’t use a smartphone.
My life is all about constantly running from one good habit to another. If there is some time left for entertainment, I am supposed to develop another good habit to make the best use of that time. Like, learning dining etiquette. Or, “gear up” to attend Harvard. Why do I need to get ready for Harvard now? I am just 16.
I am afraid.
Last night, I saw a dream. My parents were printing their dreams through me.
My parents are self-help addicts. They have read a book a few years ago and believed in everything written there. That with proper visualization anyone can achieve his goals. My brother has written Chartered Accountancy exams nine times so far. He is “gearing up” for his tenth attempt. Every time he looks sad, my parents ask him to visualize his success. He bakes cakes, posts photos on Instagram, and writes the same papers every year. My parents think that his childhood dream of starting a bakery is silly. I see him crying often. They won’t let him work either. Apparently, Dad read in a book that sharp focus is necessary to succeed in life. Sure, Dad! I still love you.
Self-help books have destroyed our lives.
I don’t like the person I have become. All Time Habits.
I just want to be.
Can you please talk to my parents?