One of the things I appreciate most about my parents is that they’ve let me make my own decisions, even if it means they’ve had to stand back and watch me make mistakes. Being allowed to mess up is fundamentally freeing. Knowing that failure is always an option — being suspicious about the assumed definitions of words like “success” and “failure” — is, too. I suspect that this kind of parental noninterference is very difficult :). But the consequence is that I’m left understanding that my life is mine.
I’ve been thinking about this tonight as I listen to Icelandic music. This is Svavar Knútur, from Iceland’s western fjords, singing a song called “Humble Hymn.”