I remember the moment vividly. I was about 16, sitting at the dinner table when my parents got into a heated discussion. They were arguing over something seemingly trivial, but the way they were both stumbling over their words and shifting in their seats made it clear they were just as confused about their lives as I often felt about mine.
Then it hit me: they didn’t have all the answers. They were navigating their own struggles, juggling work, finances, and their relationship, just like I was trying to figure out high school, friendships, and who I wanted to be. It was surreal to realize that they were human, too—imperfect, uncertain, and figuring it all out one day at a time, just like I was. It left me feeling a mix of relief and empathy, knowing we were all just doing our best in a world that doesn’t always make sense.
I remember the moment vividly. I was about 16, sitting at the dinner table when my parents got into a heated discussion. They were arguing over something seemingly trivial, but the way they were both stumbling over their words and shifting in their seats made it clear they were just as confused about their lives as I often felt about mine.
Then it hit me: they didn’t have all the answers. They were navigating their own struggles, juggling work, finances, and their relationship, just like I was trying to figure out high school, friendships, and who I wanted to be. It was surreal to realize that they were human, too—imperfect, uncertain, and figuring it all out one day at a time, just like I was. It left me feeling a mix of relief and empathy, knowing we were all just doing our best in a world that doesn’t always make sense.