Where the Wild Roses Grow…
Thursday, September 24th, 2009
It can be interesting to think about the power of stories and legends in the culture of one’s own family. We sow the seeds of success and failure, to some extent, in the values we place into our children’s minds. Do we empower them with the vision to succeed and have a happy life? Or do we pass on our grudges and gripes and fears for them to carry and pass onto their children?
Because if someone loves you, if they really want the best life for you that ever could be obtained, then they’d wish you the best. Its called being a friend. Its called love. Wanting the best outcomes for those we feel strongly about in our lives.
Now imagine your’s as a dark world. Imagine every day of your life you seeded your children’s minds with a hatred that made them feel obligated to murder someone in revenge. A dangerous world where they might even come to great harm in that misadventure. A dark world where for 25 years the rhetoric had festered into the morals and the fibre of the family’s clothes. Imagine sitting around the dinner table with young children and saying this is your job in life – you will rot in prison for several decades. Its your duty. Or you will die trying. Or you will have failed mummy.
I say this because people forget that’s what the deal is with having children. You love them. You want the very best for them. What you don’t do is expect them to throw themselves on a sword for your own dark imaginings – they owe you nothing, you owe them everything. That’s what its all about.
Its the very first test of friendship, too. If you’re with a friend and they urge you to fight, or steal or do anything that could bring you misfortune – they’re not your friend. Friends want the best for you. It’s food for thought.
