HOME TRAINING AND MORALITY- Is It the Ultimate?

Coming from a home where law and order has been the most important priority made me

a little bit different from my pairs. Not that my pairs did not come from good homes but mine was an enforced way of discipline. It can be likened to a military training from a pragmatic and strict trainer. It made us docile and compliant to all instructions without questions; which was good in a way but it brought out a very high level of timidity in me. Each time I see my friends in school, I keep wondering what gives them so much dauntlessness because I believed that they also had the same training as me. So sometimes I try to be fictitious about being bold so that I could be like them but it never helped, because for every little tease I get from them, I blanch back. It was not easy for me most especially at times when I needed something and I could not ask because of the fear of making the person feel offended or angry. Sometimes I end up being a wet blanket in the midst of exciting moments. The funny thing is my younger siblings were not influenced. They all had happy growing days.

Being the first child, a lot of responsibilities were expected of me yet I did not know how to be trained without getting my emotions involved. But when I got into the tertiary institution when I was no longer under any parent or guardian, I knew that I had to brace up and face life differently. When I saw other students like me who came to study; people from different background

HURT PAYS SOMETIMES

When I go to the gym and run most especially on the treadmill before engaging in other exercises, I like to run so much  

on it because I always believe that when I run with much energy, I sweat more and I burn fat. And after sometime, when resting from the gym, I feel a-lot of pain and when I feel such pains, I see it as a sense of achievement that the exercise is working. Sometimes, even when I get tired of running, I still continue, not because I have the stamina, but because I feel that the longer I stay, the more result I get.

There was a day I went to the gym, I ran on the treadmill longer than I usually do, and I was the only girl present at the gym on that day. After running, I almost had asphyxia. And I asked myself, was it worth it? What made me put myself through all these stresses?

I remember when I was younger, when I used to run races in my primary school and my junior high, there were those