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An Experience in Life An Experience in Life As a boy I was always very ruthless with my toys and always broke them when I got them as gifts from my parents or relatives. Sitting down with my wife I was recollecting all the things that I did not pay much attention towards as a child or even a young adult. I was a very difficult person to start with. Everything I did or handled turned out to be messy towards the end. When I was young I would secretly through away the lunch my mother would give me.
This habit grew up to dangerously lethal for me and my family. I now resist it and have managed to keep my hands off unfinished food on the table but somehow it had become an addiction in early years. Back when I was a teenager I once got an orange to eat for lunch. I was in the mood of having ice cream at that time. I was so upset that I came home and threw it in the bin in front of my mother who instantly slapped me and started to cry. This was because I was being very difficult for her. I can never forget those agonizing times.
At times I ponder that what had actually made me so indifferent to life and nature in particular. I question myself that how could I throw away food without realizing its importance. I could have given it to a beggar out of anger. At least that could not have been counted as being wasted. I suppose I was very stubborn because I was spoiled being the only child. My mother took so much care so that I would stay away from any trouble. My father got me everything that I needed for myself. I never asked them if they needed anything for themselves.
Everything seems to be so interconnected. It was as if some evil had gotten into me. The orange remained a permanent imprint on my mind because that was the first time I felt guilty of my deed. I made my mother cry. I did not realize that back then my father was going through a tough time at work and I was completely ignorant about it. I believe that this was a again a way opted by them to keep me happy and away from worries. I fear that this habit is going to be transferred to our children as well.
I fear that they will treat us bad despite the fact that we would provide for their comfort. I have repented for my deeds and I wish my parents have forgiven me. But I do hope this does not repeat again. I want them to understand the significance of everything in life. What we eat and wear is a blessing that not everyone has. I wish they understand and practice this in their lives. We will have to be more careful in front of them so that they understand the importance of things that I neglected while I was a child.
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