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"If I were born in a poor household" - the world you come from, how it shaped you [10]
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Most of the wealthy and high-educated families of this city live in west national CBD. Their children study in exclusive or high-threshold public schools, and learn to be the wealthy or educated next generation; housewives spend whole noon in gyms or SPA canters; or having a party in small gardens. Several years earlier, my family moved to west CBD, which was an ideal environment to my parents' ideality-cultivating their only child a graceful lady who will eventually marry a gentleman and make our family name decent.
However, I seem like a totally outsider. Though I do have built many tastes as they anticipated, and I do have had enjoyable times with my neighborhood ladies, I know my aspiration belongs to somewhere else.
I have run away from home twice. The first time, I went to the outskirt alone to see the last steam train passing by when I was 10. The second time, I escaped from light pollution far away, and found a plot of lawn, lying down, waiting for my first Gemini meteor-shower of lifetime. Everything fell in quiescence; only cold wind blew my face to remind me I was not in the dream. Strangely I did not feel scared of dark, but only the similar peaceful as my circumstance. My mind wandered randomly in that tranquility: my parents' expectation, my real desire, my future... Meteors scratched some short lines in the mute sky; I swore I had seen the vague Milky Way.
I undoubtedly got reproach when got home; it might be the most angry mom I had ever seen, despite the time she found me furtively brewed 4 bottles of wine in my room-those liquid sent out acid smell.
I do not know why. I love my parents and felt guilty when I can not satisfy them, and apparently I can ink out "rebellion stage" as the reason since I have passed it for years. Three years already, I've been struggling with self-cognition and my controversial future. The whole world around me--my family, my school and my neighborhood-- is trying to shape me an orthodox, sophisticated, and complaint women; however the harder it tried to shape me that way, the profounder I feel that my life suppose to fill of discoveries, journeys and challenges. That sounds like a plasticine-playing child who tries to shape the plasticine a ball, nevertheless makes it a cylinder.
I know no one means to it. Things may totally change if I were born in a poor household-my dream might be to own what these middle class ladies have: gorgeous clothes, college, and a peaceful life. However, it is exactly the ease and comfort shaped my dreams and aspiration. I saw how lifeless and meaningless it will be since the first day I touch it, and only wanted to pursue adventures as doing something beyond their definition for me.
Anyway, appreciation to my world is indispensable-it has given me so much materially, and, on the other hand, helps me find my dreams and aspirations.