Do not ask for Independence

“Independence is the best thing a person can carry”, someone said. This morning I woke up in denial of the very statement. Independence is not only the best thing neither it’s something what we all think it is. Rather, strings of dependence and independence attached and carried all along on every step of life, what I feel is the best of all things. I like to be independent of every person when I am rebellious, when I most assuredly want to do things that I know will only be requiring me. I prefer to be independent when I know at certain times I don’t have any supervision over my head. I require independence when I am in a party mood and wanting to chill out with friends late at night and expect nobody like my mother to call me one hundred times just to check up on me. However, I am at other times, truly madly deeply dependent on you for you make me stand tall again when I have fallen down at life. I need YOU, for a phrase “Unity is strength” echoes in the back of my mind, the phrase I have heard of at the age of infancy. I am dependent when I want you to be my unwavering support system. I am gladly dependent on my mother to serve me fresh food when I come back home after a long tiring day. I am quite frankly dependent when I want my man to look after me when I am stressed as hell of all the work pressure I am saturated in. I am dependent on my father to support me when I am quite uneasy on pocket. That’s how it all works.

So, would you rather be independent or dependent or both?

I prefer to be both, happily!