A Generation To Pride Over

Sometimes, making a decision can be a little scary, especially, decisions that are bound to change our lives and relationships forever. However, no matter what decisions we make, we have to take responsibility for them and not try to apportion the blame on someone else. Most times, the decisions we make influences the direction our lives are probably going to take for good. The decisions about which country or state to live in, what kind of apartment to invest in, whom we are going to spend the rest of our lives with, how many children to have, whether or not it’s time to give birth or probably go for an adoption. These decisions influence our lives in the most unusual way and that would be a great determinant of how happy or sad our lives would turn out in the end.

I met a friend who gave herself some credits on the past event of father’s day celebration. She praised herself for performing the dual role of both a father and a mother to her child. She rambled about how irresponsible some men are. When I asked why and how she arrived at that conclusion, she told me that many years ago, she got pregnant for her boyfriend. He had asked her to terminate the pregnancy, but rather than doing that, she decided to let her baby live. She mentioned that a lot of people had blamed her for taking the sole decision to keep the baby, without dishing a greater portion of the blame to her ex-boyfriend whose seed produced the result of their escapades, and in turn asked her to get rid of it. While we were talking, I perceived that she prided in her decision to keep the baby, even the father of the baby is yet to acknowledge it. It was a responsibility she had to bear for her actions. Thus, she should be happy about it without making another adult look irresponsible for the decision she made exclusively.

Recently, I met a neighbor who relocated recently into an estate far from where I live. On a beautiful morning, we got talking, and somehow, I predicted correctly that he was about 32 years of age. He wasn’t married, but he had a baby who is six months old. His countenance spoke volume of his excitement when he confessed that the baby was a result of his pandemic sexual escapade and he was glad that it turned out the way it did, even though he had no intention of getting married to his baby’s mum. it was a decision he never regretted. His baby is six months old, a beautiful dark skinned little damsel.
I couldn’t help but feel proud of this generation. A generation that is doing better by taking responsibility. A generation of young people who leave their prints on the sands of time. Who are waking up to the hurdles and storms of the world and making waves by taking charge of their lives, dreams, decisions and finances to avid generational blames.

A generation of people who have learnt to love and treat their women better than the generation before. A generation of people who are not embarrassed by their mistakes but rather sees it as a blessing to pride over. A generation of people with so much love in their heart for their families so much that they are willing to take some bullets for them. A generation who yearns to live their lives just once every day, make the best of it without cause for regrets. A happy generation of men and women who are more accountable for every decision they make.

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Have a splendid day folks.

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