Thinking back, surely, everyone had gone through the teenage rebellion phase. If not, good for you, your parents are very fortunate! But to think that, at that precise moment, we were rather convinced that we knew
enough everything — no words of wisdom could get through the great wall built on arrogance and ignorance. We turned bitter towards our parents or siblings for no absolute reason; hated their guts and thought of how the rules and curfews were just meant to antagonise us. To think that we knew better than our parents and to think that no one could understand us; it felt so much like it was just us, against the world. We had gradually became this beast that were only kind and loyal to people whom you thought were friends, in other words, to those who were underserving and dismissed those who genuinely care about you. We broke myriads of rules and oddly, felt proud of it. Sneaked into a club, drove around illegally at seventeen, oh the list of things…… We yelled at our parents with no thoughts given. We dyed our hair funky colours just to piss some people off, we skipped school and had to have your father donated to the school just so you don’t get kicked out from the school. (Okay lah, not ‘we’, let’s just say ‘someone’) At least, unfortunately, i had gone through such phase and it is surprising to me how i did not spend the rest of my teenage years in the street or prison.
It can cause them to engage in self-defeating and self-destructive behavior – refusing to do school work or even physically hurting themselves.
It can cause them to experiment with high-risk excitement – accepting dares that as a children they would have refused.
It can cause them to reject safe rules and restraints – letting impulse overrule judgment to dangerous effect.
And it can cause them to injure valued relationships – pushing against those they care about and pushing them away.
So adolescent rebellion is not simply a matter of parental aggravation; it is also a matter of concern.
Although the young person thinks rebellion is an act of independence, it actually never is. It is really an act of dependency. Rebellion causes the young person to depend self-definition and personal conduct on doing the opposite of what other people want.
Truthfully, if it wasn’t for my parents, i think my life would have been ruined by now. But to have such visionary parents who could think fifty steps forward is indeed a blessing.
And as i near the age of twenty six, every time i give a thought about the past, i can’t help but to drown myself with absolute mortification and guilt. Predominantly, guilty towards my parents. The two people who matter the most and i would never hurt them the way i did in the past. There is nothing worse than seeing the disappointed look on their face and knowing that you are the reason behind it. However, to say i regret those actions would be untrue. To be the great person you hope to become, you are allowed to make mistakes and learn from them. And for that, i am eternally grateful to be given the opportunity to realise this before knowing that it’s too late. I know, someday, i might have to go through such awful experience with my future child and i hope God grants me enough patience so that they don’t end up in an orphanage.