Being Max.

So, i have parents who worked their asses off.

Does that make me mad? So they left me in a house filled with servants, does that make them bad, or weird, or me rocking back and forth in a bus-stop filled with other yayas (maid servants, au pairs, female governesses) and their charges-in-tow? And i had to live very strictly within the rules that have been elegantly put in place to ensure that i don’t misbehave, even in their absence? Studying properly, handing assignments in on time (and with better handwriting), and being able to socially accomplish the feat of heroes: getting along with the normals?

I guess.

When we check out what people are on about during their day-spaces, we get that there are ways in which we can express ourselves, non-destructively and having to happen upon the odd abstract interaction we are not familiar with (because of the said limitations, yada-imposed, and enforced), we can only work to excel through someone else’s grace, and not directly compensate for their absences and become the kind people we are today without that being pressed upon us.

Maybe, if we had faith in our parents, and their objectives (and could think macro at age 6), we can see that they actually meant well, and with the givens at their time, couldn’t proffer up the quality of life that only they can give up - or give, full stop. Some people call that privilege. I call the luck.

It is within a given slim margin of chance that you: ace your exams, do your homework, turn it in time, have exactly the kind of teacher that is patient and kind, and actually know her sh*t, to become the force in your life that make you want to learn more - despite your parents’ shortcomings. They can’t be mr and mrs tough guy heroes, without the emblem of the society that actually permits excellence, and being able to take up more than their lion share of work for the ecosystem that we all seem to benefit from.

When we look at it (beyond being 6 yrs old), to have macro-existence, and see the BIG picture, we could actually put two and two together, and know in our hearts, because w are touchy-feely like that - that four makes the difference in the world to the small, the medium, and the very large among us.

I may be making no sense here. But you get the point.

Sometimes, being who you are, can be a pain. And sometimes, it doesn’t have to.

And we are all here to help. There are people who are born into the vision of being macro - or probably just have a more-than-average willingness to do better, well, or non-obtuse reason or logic to give to others, as and when we are called upon. Or needed. Beyond the calling of the pay check.

Or whatever else.