mirror, mirror on the wall

when i was a little boy my dad was quite strict in raising me. he tried to impose rules that i, as a little boy, didn't like. hate, even. so when i was little i swore to myself that i would never grow up to be like him. in fact, i think i made it clear to him that if i were to ever be a father, i would not impose the rules he imposed on me.

after four years of college, however, i began to understand why he brought me up that way and i couldn't be more grateful. realization always comes late and before i knew it, everytime i look at a reflection of myself in the mirror, i feel like i'm looking directly at my dad.

like father, like son. oh, the irony.