F.A.M.I.L.Y.

I have my Mom on Facebook, and while most people would feel that it isn't a smart move accepting the friend request from your mother (it doesn't even make sense.), I'm absolutely okay with her lurking around my account.

Well, initially, it felt a little too close for comfort because she would literally look out for my once in a blue moon posts, and ask me about it in person. She would like ALL pictures of me and my friends and then ask me who was that guy and where did we go. I never liked explaining what I did or where am I going - but for my parents, I concede to their persistent requests (aka nagging).

But just a couple minutes ago, I began to see her Facebook presence in a new light.

I just graduated and am in the midst of searching for a full time job. It sounds tedious, but it is nothing tedious. It's fucking tiring and emotionally draining. Each job I see, I'll worry about how it is not related to my field of study and if I'm able to perform at that job. Have I just wasted all these years studying something that will never be utilised in the near future? Did I just torture myself for the past few years, and pay a large sum of money just to be tortured by sleepless nights of project deadlines? Will the pay be good enough because I want and need to take care of my parents WHEN I HAVEN'T EVEN SENT MY CV.  YES. WHAT AM I THINKING ALL THESE FOR.

I'll leave these epiphanies for another day.

So, I came across this article about how we should know when to walk away and start something new. I've yet to read it, but thought I'd share the article on Facebook for my future reference because I've been feeling so jaded recently.

And my Mom liked it within 5 minutes.

Now the thing is that my mother, isn't fantastic in the English language. She's great at conversational English but reading it... nah let's not go there. My eyebrows furrowed a little when I saw her like on that article because I could bet with my life that she didn't read it at all, and yet she liked it anyway.

But something struck a chord in me - no matter what I do, my Mom will always support me. Even if she doesn't understand why I did it. She'll always be with me. And that's something not many can do. I'm not even sure if I can do such a thing. But looking back on my rollercoaster ride of life, my Mom has indeed sat through with me throughout this wild ride - and of course smacking and nagging at me along the way. Whereas my Dad would be sitting in the car right behind us, occasionally peeping out from his newspaper making sure that my Mom and I are still seated with our seat belts on, and that we are still moving in the right direction. He lets us do our thang.

Wow. Who knew a virtual thumbs up could lead to such epiphanies.