Wisdom is Quiet

   I've often wondered, and I have to admit, sometimes wished my parents were the kind of people who shared wise inspirational philosophies with me, guiding me on how to lead a great and happy life. Like the turtle in Kung Fu Panda. I get caught up in giving people messages I consider important, sharing lessons I've learned, philosopies that I think can be used for good.  Mostly at my parents...how dare I.  

   These people never chased me around giving me wise inspirational messages as I do to them. They let me live and learn for myself, while being empathetic and trying to understand me. Yet here I am, constantly giving them my advice on how to live their lives, things which of course, they already know. Meanwhile, they hear what I have to say. I think it's necesary to allow ourselves to know that sometimes parents/elders can be wrong and us right, that they can learn from us as well. But now I wonder if what I've thought was wrong for them all this time, was simply different. 

   I'm back home in El Salvador for a couple of months to try and make my parents lives better, because they both seem to be in a dark place. I'll try and turn some lights back on, which have been slowly switching off since my baby sister and I left home to go study & work abroad. (Got the internet back on yesterday, not a bad place to start I think). But what if they are exactly where they want to be? Meant to be? And what if they actually are happy, and I've convinced myself that they're in denial because where they are is not my idea of their happy place, or mine?  

May be throughout this period of hardship I should give them the quiet inspiration and wisdom they gifted me with. Trust that they are good, smart people,

who will continue living, learning and prevailing without my words. May be it's time for me to just keep them in sight, listen, and be quiet.