Who, exactly, are we to hate parents?

There’s has got to be a point of time in our life when we’re sensible enough to stop faulting our parents because they didn’t understand us or they just want to mold you their way. My opinion is, a person growing up in an average family would usually become sensible enough to understand and think in their point of view, and the angles of their parents. I am appalled by how children declare publicily that they hate and detest their parents. Of course, my statement notwithstanding situations of a totally dysfunctional and broken family. But in a family where both parents and children are still able to communicate, there are absoutely no reasons why a child should, in any circumstances, detest their parents. It kind of bring out the totally immature alter ego. At a certain point in time in a person’s life, they will start to understand parental objections when they are sensible. No matter how absurd these objections may look, there’s always a reason. And those reasons always boils down to a heart — a heart that fears the loss of their child, and heart that totally wants the best for their child. Though sometimes a little coaching may not be enough to convince your outdated parents that this, this, this, this and that are totally safe, they I’ve got to say: You have a long life ahead. You may be able to achieve what you want in the future, but your parents hunger for your obedience and their thoughts of your best interest may only be for today, or may be until tomorrow. The same thing applies to children and parents: time flies. The difference is that children are still the pilots; Parents are losing control, or have already lost control of it. Time is taking their age away. Our planes still have the fuels to steer our future to what we want, but it is the otherwise for our dads and moms. Time is taking their age away. The very least is to satisfy our parent’s wants, for they have already given us what we needed. Like a few sheets of that hundred dollar notes a month. Like the rice they kept underneath the cupboard. Like the tissue they bought to stock up beside our bed. Like the efforts they invested since Day One. Yes, everyone of us could just pass on tomorrow, but let us talk in general terms. Children like you and I, still have a long way to go — as long as we know right from wrong. I myself would often sink into nightmares about losing my mom, and the mere thought of it usually make me recoil in absoutely horror. Most parents are shocked when they receive their children in their arms Day One. These highly dependent lives come without manuals and that batteries weren’t included. So ask yourself, have you read the manual they tirelessly wrote to maintain your survival all these eighteen years? So now, what about all these things like they thrashed your chances and smear your great future with Chinese calligraphy brush? Today is a future 18 years ago. If parents are out to spoil their children’s future, they would have done it. They would not go through sleepless nights of ensuing cries and three-hourly feeding that requires immeasurable amount of patience, love and care. To you, their calligraphy are aweful smears of thick black strokes across unbelievably smooth and white canvas of your future; to both parent, it is the smooth and flawless curvatures of these pain-staking strokes that matters more than their both their lives summed together. Who are we, exactly, to do detestation against them?