Bless It Pt. 2

Recent news has me dreading the holidays and the recurring exposure to some of my not-so-likeable relatives. So, I’m soaking in the little dorm time I have left before Thanksgiving, and I’m curled up in my little bed nest with a cup of cranberry juice and piece of sweet potato pie…can you tell I like Thanksgiving food? Let me enchant you with my latest tale of Aaron, the poor dear. Does anyone remember Aaron, the boy who was eating out of his parents’ hand? Well, he’s back at again! This time, he’s raised the bar to a height that is going to be amusing as he falls from it.

“sometimes it’s hard to know what to do.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes

Well, as the southern weather is finally starting to cool down, decisions are being made for high school and college kids alike. Aaron is faced with some decisions too. This miserable soul has been offered yet another football scholarship (you know, that sport that he’s tired of playing?). But this time, he’s not moving on to another Jr. college. No this time, our little baby deer is moving up to a highly esteemed, private college (let’s hope the higher curriculum doesn’t scare him away!). One with an overwhelming level of academics and a steep tuition fee (but I’m happy to report that there are no multiple thousand dollar trucks/bargaining chips in this case).  Hooray for Aaron…well maybe I spoke too soon

I do not like to tear other people, especially when it comes to intelligence. I completely understand that people learn at different paces, and I respect those who work hard. So, don’t think I’m tearing down Aaron due to his lack of intelligence. I’m looking down on him because the boy doesn’t try. He, like many others, makes no effort to learn the material, yet he wonders why he’s never the A+ student. Even his family has commented on the fact that the boy just doesn’t cut it. The fact that he’s moving up to a university that has high academic standards is laughable, but it’s also pitiful. Once again, I can see his controlling parents’ hands at work. Instead of focusing on what he wants to do with his life, Aaron is continuing his unwanted football career. His skill has been rewarded with a scholarship, but if his heart is not in it, what is the point? Wait, I know! His parents’ wishes. He does all the work, and they get the reward. Their reward may seem little to you, but to them, it’s revolutionary. They can hold their chins high with the knowledge that their sweet, little Aaron is at a well-known university, playing football. Their social media is being flooded with praise for their accomplished son (I mean, who cares about the young man’s happiness when we can our 200+ Facebook likes?). They are drunk with pride over the news. You could almost believe they themselves received such a prestigious sports scholarship. Aaron’s silence on the whole ordeal further cements the fact that he’s uncertain, but there’s nothing I can do about that (who am I to interfere in the raising of such an independent, successful young man?). 

“It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.”

-Saint Augustine

I do admit that my resentment of Aaron’s situation is selfish; it’s derived from a personal reason that I’m rather ashamed to admit. The college that Aaron is transferring to has one of the best English programs in the state. It’s one of the top colleges in the state for its academics alone, and it has been my dream to attend there. When it came time for me to choose a college, it was my first choice. I received an academic scholarship and planned to go when financial problems came into play. I recovered from my disappointment quickly, and now I am settled where I am now. So, you can see that I’m holding a small grudge against Aaron. The boy who doesn’t even like what he’s doing is going to my dream school. He’s living the life I wanted, and it’s not fair. All the while, his parents are receiving the glory and congratulations for raising such a successful son. Suddenly, the college that everyone, Aaron’s parents included, said was not the right git for me and wasn’t that good was suddenly the next best thing since Harvard. It’s amusing how parents’ views seem to change when their kids are involved. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure Aaron is capable of doing well at college if he really tries, but I know he isn’t going to. He’s going to piss away the opportunity that I so wanted in order to satisfy his parents’. So, I have mixed feelings toward him right now. On the one hand, I pity him. I know that most of his decisions are not his own, and he is wasting his life away doing the bidding of his restrictive parents. On the other hand, I envy him. He is getting the chance to attend a highly esteemed college and further his future (if he can get away from his parents and figure out what that is).

So, we have another case of Aaron’s wishes being overlooked. It seems as if he hasn’t quite figured out how to speak for himself yet, but there is always hope. I just pray that he finds it before he wastes away too much of his life, living up to his parents’ high expectations. I know ever parent wants the best for their child, but their own pride often gets in the way, as it did with Aaron. I worry for the young man and his future, and I shudder to think just how far his parents are willing to go. How far do they intend to push him in a path that he doesn’t want? Well, I don’t know. I can only hope that Aaron and anyone else in his situation has enough courage to choose their own path, regardless of their parents’ wishes. Please, try to find what you love and pursue that. Don’t squander away your time being unhappy; you can’t get back any of it.

“When you kill time, remember that it has no resurrection.”
― A.W. Tozer



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