I had two interesting conversations yesterday.
When back to visit my in-laws and got to sit down and had a nice chit chat with my father in-law. We spoke about making life choices:
He said:
“Just follow your heart”
I asked him:
“What if your heart if wrong?”
He replied: “then you bear the consequences lor”
I asked then: “what if the people around u are against it?”
He replied: “don’t take their personal experiences as yours. They are they, you are you. You may not experience the same thing because you are not them, vice versa.”
Follow your heart. I’m impressed by his words.
Since young (even up to recently), I’ve adults around me always saying, “let your mind rule, not your heart”, “learn from people’s mistakes so you don’t make the same and suffer”. To hear an entirely different perspective from a person of the same generation as my adults, I must say, is truly liberating.
I guess both schools are right in their own ways and at this stage, I’d prefer to let my heart rule…I don’t wish to keep living in others shadows.
That was my first conversation. Now is the second:
Over a casual phone conversation with my aunt, she said:
“You must be a dutiful wife to your husband and cook for him when he gets home from work…”
(That was after she knew that I may become a stay-home wife)
Then she went on:
“You must prepare yourself to go entertaining with your husband’s clients. Socialise. You cannot just stay at home.”
And she went on to stress on the omnipotent importance of all those supposedly wifely duties that are only applicable to stay-home wives who depend on their husbands who are hard-at-work in the ‘real’ world.
I was pissed, truly, as it was the third time she mentioned the ‘entertaining’ to me.
“Does it mean if I don’t entertain I’m not a dutiful wife? then what about what I want?
A home-maker doesn’t have a choice as to how she wants to lead her life?”
While I think such pre-modern thoughts still are prevalent, I would like to keep my own thought: to be a person in my own right.
P.S: silently pray that the day will not come when others’ experiences would become my own and I’ll have to eat my words while they’d say, “see I told you so.”
What an interesting day! While one soothes, the other pricks.
Till then…