It's Like Microwaving Eggs.

Pressure is a powerful thing. It’s like pressure is the amnesia, and we get knocked out, beaten really, until what is left of us is something that only somewhat resembles who we once were. A person can get so caught up in trying to make everyone happy, that they only lose who they are to others, but mostly to themselves. I’m not saying go about life with a self-serving attitude, but when we are making decisions about anything, from school to marriage, a person should have majority rule in their own decision. Many use the mask of wisdom and love to say that what they want is superior to what you want, and in your best interests. And what’s even crazier,these so called friends and family genuinely think that they are helping you, and by going against them in your thoughts and actions, you are headed to something equivalent to death. While the warnings are appreciated, but there is a sick appeal that lies in walking to the edge of the cliff and falling, so that when one painfully lands, and trust the land is unforgettably painful, there is only the knowledge of moving up. While pressure is inevitable, if there is the hope that a person wants to do exactly what everyone wants all at once without upsetting a single soul, that is a quick and easy way to be commit mental homicide. Experience while painful and rude, is something that everyone craves. No one wants recycled warnings and advices that someone else has in their arsenal; there is a desire to go out, be stupid, and build up what could be one’s own repertoire of recycled warnings and advices. Inevitably, there comes a point where we find it in ourselves to offer this “advice” in the form of helping a person we care about deeply. But alas, this ain’t gonna happen. I guess this rejection could be deemed the unofficial welcome into adulthood...