197. Is it better for children to grow up in a countryside or in a city?
I came home this winter to find that one of the helpers at my house were missing. It didn't affect me but I was curious to know. My helper was doing all the work herself. It was difficult to watch her manage everything on her own. She cleaned the dishes with freezing cold water in the winter, tended to my grandmother's unnecessary needs, took her child to school, and tried to feed my sister and I everything knowing we didn't feed ourselves well in school. I tried to help as much as I could, cleaning the dining hall table, vacuuming my own room, and keeping the house as clean as we could. But that still didn't take away my curiosity.
I asked my mother where the other helper was. She told me that he was put into jail by my father. When I asked why, she told me that he had stolen a lot of money from my grandparents. I overheard my parents saying it was something close to one lakh. With my eyes wide, I wondered how he turned out to be such a thief. He looked innocent and did everything he was told, how did he become so corrupt. Later that evening, my mother told me the would sneak out of the house at night, skip school and go to the bar, and give the money to others. He was only 14, younger than me. I haven't even thought of drinking alcohol, and here he was, chugging down bottles of beer while skipping school. I guess he wasn't as innocent as I thought. But he only became like this after coming into the city. A village boy somewhere in Nepal, coming to a corrupt city like Kathmandu, he was bound to be destroyed. When he was new at home, my mother explained that he was a good kid, was obedient, and was not influenced by others around him. He was only corrupted after spending a lot of time with the bad group of boys in his school. The school he attended wasn't lavish, or extravagant, and didn't supply good education. He instantly fell into the wrong crowd, and this only went downhill.
With this story in my mind, I don't think children should grow up in a city because there is too much nonsense that leads a child to fall into temptations. There is too much in the city a child doesn't need, which only creates them to feel they need it. Soon the idea of needing it, turns into the idea of craving it, which soon turns into the idea of having it no matter what happens. This is called addiction to materials in my mind. Growing up in a countryside allows they to acknowledge all material things but doesn't give them direct access to them, which is what growing children should have. I'm not saying that everything in the city is bad, but if you look around, your eyes go to the negative things before the positive.
This 14-year-old rebel village child, is now transferred from a jail to a juvenile hall where he's put with the real "bad asses." We have no idea how he's going to survive in a hellhole like that.
I came home this winter to find that one of the helpers at my house were missing. It didn't affect me but I was curious to know. My helper was doing all the work herself. It was difficult to watch her manage everything on her own. She cleaned the dishes with freezing cold water in the winter, tended to my grandmother's unnecessary needs, took her child to school, and tried to feed my sister and I everything knowing we didn't feed ourselves well in school. I tried to help as much as I could, cleaning the dining hall table, vacuuming my own room, and keeping the house as clean as we could. But that still didn't take away my curiosity.
I asked my mother where the other helper was. She told me that he was put into jail by my father. When I asked why, she told me that he had stolen a lot of money from my grandparents. I overheard my parents saying it was something close to one lakh. With my eyes wide, I wondered how he turned out to be such a thief. He looked innocent and did everything he was told, how did he become so corrupt. Later that evening, my mother told me the would sneak out of the house at night, skip school and go to the bar, and give the money to others. He was only 14, younger than me. I haven't even thought of drinking alcohol, and here he was, chugging down bottles of beer while skipping school. I guess he wasn't as innocent as I thought. But he only became like this after coming into the city. A village boy somewhere in Nepal, coming to a corrupt city like Kathmandu, he was bound to be destroyed. When he was new at home, my mother explained that he was a good kid, was obedient, and was not influenced by others around him. He was only corrupted after spending a lot of time with the bad group of boys in his school. The school he attended wasn't lavish, or extravagant, and didn't supply good education. He instantly fell into the wrong crowd, and this only went downhill.
With this story in my mind, I don't think children should grow up in a city because there is too much nonsense that leads a child to fall into temptations. There is too much in the city a child doesn't need, which only creates them to feel they need it. Soon the idea of needing it, turns into the idea of craving it, which soon turns into the idea of having it no matter what happens. This is called addiction to materials in my mind. Growing up in a countryside allows they to acknowledge all material things but doesn't give them direct access to them, which is what growing children should have. I'm not saying that everything in the city is bad, but if you look around, your eyes go to the negative things before the positive.
This 14-year-old rebel village child, is now transferred from a jail to a juvenile hall where he's put with the real "bad asses." We have no idea how he's going to survive in a hellhole like that.
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