In fact, 25 years old and counting means so nothing to me, I'm going to write a blog entry about it. Despite the fact that the degree to which my English writing skills have deteriorated is exactly inverse to my c++ and python skills have refined... I'm going to try to write something meaningful here, hoping to put a little save a little sunshine into my life backpack for darker days ahead.
I enjoy a really great life. I have both my parents to thank for that. In fact, if it wasn't for how great my Mom and Dad are... there would be no blog entry at all. Thanks to them I'm educated and healthy. Part of my core motivation for writing this is hoping that people who read this try to imagine what I see. I'm addressing all of you, my friends, former friends, acquaintances, and strangers.
I want all of you to stop and think... we've been through many milestones together and apart. All these milestones have been celebrated more or less the same with music and consumables. Each of these milestones could have not existed if it wasn't for health. It's the single most important asset anyone has and it is to be protected at all costs. Anyone who intentionally or unintentionally hurts your health, either physically or mentally, is your enemy and should be considered dangerous; this may even include yourself and close friends and family. In my eyes, there are no exceptions.
So I'm thankful to my parents for my health today, they've taken good care of me by providing excellent food throughout my life and encouraging a healthy lifestyle which focuses on being responsible with money and education.
I'm also very thankful for my education. I realize that without, I wouldn't have the opportunity to try more advanced things in life.
But most importantly, I've very thankful to them for they're courage and successful efforts at providing me something that only a lucky few have, a stable and health household which included two loving parents who loved and cared for me without exception.
I've done some stupid and insane things in the last five years, which has put them through some crazy and insane stress, but not once have I ever heard them castrate me by calling me stupid or dumb. They've never put my down for my failed attempts at whatever it might have been, instead they supported me and bailed me out. Those bailouts provided me security to go and try more stupid and insane things... but I've calmed down a lot.
They never gave me flak for not getting the best grades.
They've never ridiculed me for the deceitful tattooed girls I've dated.
They've never shown me the door because I smelled of vodka, although it was threaten.
They've never told me go stick my head in the sand somewhere because I crashed a car... again; they even PAID for my speeding tickets.
They never criticized me for wasting their money on plenty of things I minimally or never used even though they knew I was just over excited or something for nothing.
They even got me another laptop when it was stolen in high school, despite their warnings.
They didn't even say a word when I invited a ex-girlfriend/friend/girl from Pennsylvania to stay in our guest room for 8 months.
Some might call this spoilage and honestly it's only spoilage to those whose parents aren't as capable of providing level of love and care to their children. It's not spoilage because I never once blatantly claimed these things as a right to have, I've always acknowledge these items as gifts and privileges; so I like to think I repaid them by being responsible, rational, respectful and successful in return.