Breaking the cycles of generational family traditions has been a phrase that echoed in my ears for a long time, its meaning elusive until I observed the stark differences between me and my family. The black sheep, I stood apart, choosing a path divergent from theirs, often avoiding family gatherings to escape potential ridicule for my unconventional thoughts on life.
I am not passing judgment but stating a fact: Like many other families, my family views success through money and material possessions. Their belief revolves around financial affluence and materialism granting social standing. It's a mindset entrenched in ego, telling them that being well-off will earn them respect.
Witnessing how they might decline a beggar's plea for food or money, I can't help but feel a disconnect. Regardless of circumstances, every human deserves access to necessities like food and water. Yet, society has conditioned us to label the less fortunate as failures. I find myself urging my family to look beyond their ego-driven beliefs. Having money doesn't make one superior; it's a fallacy perpetuated by a society steeped in falsehoods.
Society feeds us lies — work hard, buy a house and multiple cars, pay taxes, pay the banks, adhere to the conventional healthcare system — nothing more than a web of deception. Our bodies can heal themselves, but many succumb to societal norms, unthinkingly following instructions without questioning their validity.
I revel in my divergence from my family's norms. While they may possess more in monetary terms (subject to change in the blink of an eye), their focus on material wealth seems like a wasted existence. Their activities and get-togethers often circle back to alcohol, a dependency that clouds their potential.
During their bouts of illness, I'd explore the spiritual meanings behind their ailments. However, their approach remains unchanged. Prescriptions become a temporary fix, adding side effects to their dull existence. I care little for their opinions, thankful that I didn't conform to their ways. My world is a blessing — free, happy, and devoid of stress.
Breaking the cycle means refusing to conform to societal and family norms. I've chosen to live according to my beliefs, to be a light in society, caring for those with nothing. Life is what we make of it, and when the time comes for my family members to reflect on their earthly journey, I wonder if they'll have profound answers. Breaking free from tradition, awakening, growing, evolving — that's the path I've chosen, guided by kindness and the dictates of my soul.
In Love, Light and Blessings