Karma has never been much of a mystery to me. Since my birth, I have not had a father because of a nasty divorce that had occurred between my parents when I was less than one year old. In return, I was blessed to live with a mother who played both parental roles and did her best to raise me and an older brother.
Despite the hardships I had growing up, my mother boosted my self-esteem by constantly re-assuring me I was the best at whatever I did. She put me in piano lessons, basketball park leagues, my school’s orchestra, and so on. At my younger and most fragile ages, she reassured me that I deserved the best on this planet and was privileged to anything I wanted to persevere towards in the world. Thus, I made it my priority growing up to succeed in whatever I did, whether the Beethoven piece my piano teacher assigned to me, or my academics throughout high school, so that I could pay retribution to my mom and show her how much I appreciated her.
Upon entering college, however, I noticed my motives had changed. I tried to do things for my mom; for example, I initially chose Business-Economics as my major because she advised me to even though I felt I would enjoy a writing and reading intensive major much more. I realized I can no longer just abide by her recommendations and had to make my own decisions. For the first time in my life, I could not perform up to my mother’s expectations simply because I had my own expectations that went in a different direction.
Why do I do what I do? Because I deserve the very best out of life. My mother taught me how I could become my best possible self, and from this point forward I must make my own decisions to excel to my maximum potential. By doing this, ironically, I can better demonstrate how grateful I am for my mother because my own success is a reflection of what she has made of me.
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