Being the bad one isn’t permanent; it’s just a chapter, not the whole book. Let 2025 be the year you fill your own cup and let them fall in love with the overflow; then there’s nothing to waste.
After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal. What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.
Lyrics of Olivia Rodrigo’s new song “less”:
“If loving me means sayin', "Babe, I think this is the end"
I guess
I wish, I wish, I wish you loved me less”
maturing is realizing none of us are easy to be with. It's about who's willing to stay committed to understanding you and actually wants to grow with you