You’re On Your Own

When did you realize this? It actually started the day you arrived.

You were the auspices of your family or single mom or foster care but you were really on your own. Someone else may have been responsible for dumping your diaper and pouring grub down your face and providing a place to drool and snore, but you were the one who pulled yourself up and fell forward. Someone else may have purchased clothing you wouldn’t have chosen and directed you in the rules but it was all a learning process.

Groups were formed that you were thrown into without any consideration of personal desires. The sociological structure was taught and all the individuals followed with the threat of punishment if you disobeyed. Growing up breaks down the groups to teams, clubs, gangs and independence rears it ugly head.

Once you’ve have enough money to buy that t-shirt you want that your mother would not approve of or listen to your musical preference or read that book that is not in your school library or experiment with adult beverages with a dose of testosterone for fuel.

Out of the family nest you and only you have to be resourceful enough to find shelter, sustenance, and comfort.

Some will stay cocooned in the educational system as long as possible, some find a sidekick to continue mothering, some will ascend in the money grubbing game, some go down dark paths and some don’t come back.

Some will say it was peer pressure or a popular trend or accepted tradition or expected behavior, but it was still your decision.

Don’t worry. In the end your will only be remembered by your name and when you were born and died.

The end.