My beliefs are one major and often unclear part of my life. I have not defined for myself what do I want to believe and what not. A simple example: my son Robin is 10 months old and he has a very very long hair. It has been the first thing everybody is commenting on since he was born and we all find it cute. It is his trademark, so to say. However, as cute as it is, it is making him sweat a lot, especially when he is breasfteeding and sleeping. I very well know that overheating is a very dangerous thing for babies, but at the same time I can't fight the superstition which I have heard from many people in Bulgaria: Do not cut your child's hair until they are one year old; if you do, you cut their luck off. So many people eagerly wait for this 1st birthday, because they feel they are doing something bad to their child otherwise.
Here is the thing: I do not have anything against people with superstitions, because they at least have decided they stick to them. Me - I don't know which one I believe in. I always tend to get convinced by the people around me. So my decisions vary according to who is near me in any moment.
This is something that makes me thoughtful and ultimately unhappy. So I am on my way on finding what I believe and sticking to it. This is what I call driving your own car in the direction you want. And most importantly - there should be no regrets about the chosen way.
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