Trying to be

Trying to make my parents proud, in vain, tiring myself out to death because trying to make my parents happy. 
Trying to get their attention, their approval. But somehow forced to admit that no matter how much money I make, how much people I've had in my #yoga class, how perfect my new lover might be, how many languages I speak:
Never really satisfied, never really good enough.

My parents, they are kick ass. ⚡️
They are the most #generous#loving kind, #thoughtful people on the freaking #planet (SO not biased...). But of course you understand I am not just talking about MY parents, but also THEIR parents, YOUR parents, OUR PARENTS.

THIS relationship that only seeks one thing: #Healing. ✨

How many sets of #beliefs we hold for true is #unbelievable. Some people will spend their whole freaking #LIFE trying to please their parents, by pursuing careers or relationships that don't really fulfill them. 💔
Circling around into this Not-so-epic-pattern: 
"People Pleasing - Approval Seeking - Addiction Punishing". 
Living out of the illusion of security, uncomfortable under their skin because not answering their own call, their own #mission, their life's #purpose

Just the thought of it give me shivers. 

God bless, there is a way. 

Fights will keep coming up, again and again, until we finally remember, what had been forgotten for some time, and maybe even lifetimes: That we are PERFECTLY... PERFECT. 

It's Monday, Wake up.