Tatyana in medias res

While I was spending all my life trying very hard not to become my mom(as a teenager; for obvious reasons), I didn't realize that I became my dad. And nothing makes me more proud. While I take after both of them, my mom in her looks, her charisma, her confidence and her temperament too. I am happy to say I take on my dad in his work ethic, his loving and his giving back. Over the last few years, I have realized what a truly privileged life I have had only because I was born to him and not for anything substantial that I have done. If I have pride from my mom, I got modesty from my dad. I can write for days about how I am going to be forever indebted to him, stories will include how he tolerated(not really) me having a boyfriend(s), me failing exams, me doing stupid shit in general, him flying to america for 48 hours just to attend my graduation because I threw a fit, to how he has been there for me through every goddamn stupid life situation, and how no other man will be good en

The biggest fights we have are ones between our mind and our heart. The one between what we should do and the one that we want to do. On the one hand, there is the practical, sensible, the one that makes most sense, and the one that in the long run may prove to be more successful. And on the other hand, there is the one you want, the one that is easy, the one with love and friendship and the things that matter more. Neither is wrong. One takes all the decisiveness you have, all the will power in the world and all the diligence. The other takes guts, the guts to follow what makes you happy, the courage to go against practicality and all the people who think they know the best for you. The first is the road more travelled, you know more or less exactly how your next few years will play out, you know that it is at the end of the day the smarter thing to do. it will make a lot of people around you happy, it will make them happy because you did what they suggested, it will make ot