Becoming my Dad
Recently I've been increasingly aware of how much I resemble my dad, and more so as time passes.
I remember very vividly how in high school during a lesson, the teacher jokingly talked about when he looked in the mirror of his bathroom and saw his father. The same facial traits, expressions, and intensity of his gaze. It is funny how specific memories stay engraved into your brain and you have no idea why.
Perhaps I've always been very similar to him and now I am just more observant, or maybe now I admit it to myself.
Initially, I was reluctant to admit how similar we are both physically and psychologically, mainly because I have never been that close to him and we have a tendency of arguing every time we speak. Now, as I get older, I am starting to come to terms with the fact that the things I hated about him are the things I hate about myself. Being able to let go of the things about him that tick me off are also a way of letting go of those things in myself.
Interestingly enough, I now feel very proud of it. When it comes to looks, I have countless times heard that I am the spitting image of my dad at my age. And I do agree. I look at the mirror and I see the nose, ears, mouth, eyes... genetics are undeniable. When it comes to my personality, well, I definitely inherited his temper. But more importantly, I find the traits of myself I am the proudest of are the ones I learnt from him. I care too much about friends and family, I always want to make people enjoy and be comfortable, and I like to think I am as honest as he is.
All in all, it is liberating to accept yourself as you are, and strive to become better day by day.