My father was a powerful and serious man, my brothers looked like him in everything, but I was never able to become part of this family. Bashny.Net

Don’t worry about not being able to do anything in your younger years. In the world today, many things are like this. There is nothing strange in this: progress goes on as usual, many professions become irrelevant, some disappear altogether, new ones appear. Life will put everything in its place.You just need to prioritize and do what really excites you.



Even if your family may seem too demanding at some point, especially the older generation, try not to take their words too critically. They have already found their purpose, they are easier. In turn, you still have everything ahead of you. But, of course, sometimes it is hurtful when relatives try to prick you more painfully, but not in order to give some useful advice, but simply out of harm. In this case, of course, you need to think and set the necessary priorities for yourself.

For me, as an Armenian, some moments in life are difficult to explain to a person of Slavic origin. Such a cultural code, and nothing can be done about it. No, I love my country, my culture and traditions. But sometimes it happens that even for me, there are overkills. And most of these cases occurred in my family circle. Most often due to the dissatisfaction of the father as the head of the family and the owner of the house.

We moved to Ukraine when I was very young. Dad had good acquaintances, many useful connections. And he, as a man of work, spent all his energy to me, my mother and my two other brothers was well and comfortable. Thank you for that, I really appreciate it. Then, in the nineties and early two thousandth, life in general was not a fairy tale. With the present time, of course, can not be compared, but it was necessary to plow a lot and hard.



Father held a high post in one of the local factories, commanded a number of subordinates and was known as a man with a very difficult character. There were never morally difficult situations for him. A man must work, a woman must raise children. Children must obey their elders and learn well, so that they can follow in their parents’ footsteps. That's it, no exceptions. The only thing my father could distract himself from, and still enjoys it, was backgammon. It’s funny, even stereotypical, but it is.

My brothers obeyed my father in everything, always tried to impress him and even now somehow became very similar to him. And I became this ugly duckling from a fairy tale who was not destined to turn into a swan. I don’t have to worry, I’m my father’s son, 100%. I just went a little bit into my mother. And instead of the usual workdays, I was somehow drawn to the world of art. From school, I tried hard to rattle on the guitar, rehearsed with other guys, which, of course, drove my father mad.

So the first time I ran away from home was not a really unexpected event for anyone. Seventh grade, I spent two weeks at a friend's cottage, and only then did my dad find me there with the police and a service dog. There were beatings and scolding at home, all right. Later I ran away more seriously and with knowledge. And after school, he just went to live in a rented apartment and communicated only with his mother. On the phone when my father was at work. Even my brothers turned their noses at me. This is how everything in our family was ossified and patriarchal. My dad stopped seeing me as his own son.



Since then, Peels has been a long time, namely 8 years. And if in my childhood and adolescence, every day was similar to the previous one, everything was stable, albeit as gray as possible, then a lot changed. I'll start with myself. My colleagues and I have long lived with the idea that one day we will become famous and revered musicians. We wanted it with all our hearts, believe me. But our career, unfortunately or fortunately, never went according to the long-planned plan. The rock 'n' roll stars never made it.

However, you will not believe, as a musical accompaniment in bars and restaurants, we still began to call from everywhere. So at the moment I am in Turkey (yes, I couldn’t believe it for a long time) and I am a member of a well-known cover band in local circles. We play old (and not-so-famous) hits for a very diverse audience. There will always be locals and tourists who will come to our guitar riffs. My childhood dream was not fulfilled. But I'm happy. My passion for music brings money, and I have grown up very well.



But mom and dad got divorced. There were many reasons for this: my mother was tired of my father’s behavior and conceit, growing every year. Even when the factory he worked at was sold, he continued to behave at home like a big boss. My brothers, whom he arranged for the same production, were also reduced. Without wasting time, they went into business. It’s a little bit late, but I don’t know the details. We do have some kind of connection with them though.

My mother went home to her parents in Armenia. She is doing well, and we are also actively communicating, I love her very much and I plan to come soon. Now we can talk to her as independent adults. I was very happy to know that she is currently working on her own book. I told you, the character succeeded in her direction. Here we have a common creative streak.



It's a little more complicated with Dad. Despite the fact that in the past he had the opportunity to save some money for the future, he was never able to find himself in this life. The man is strong, healthy physically. But it was morally difficult for him not to give orders, not to feel important and necessary. Is there money, but is it worth it if all power is lost? So he began to look at the bottom of the glass and invite some questionable acquaintances. I almost lost my apartment, but at the last minute everything was fine.

Despite the fact that we never started to communicate again, I help him sometimes: materially, send gifts. Personally, of course, this is difficult to pull off. So I ask my brothers for this, and they never refuse me. In general, I can not say that I missed my father too much, but I still have emotions in this direction. I don’t know, I’m going to visit my mom this summer. What about the father... We'll see.



That's how we got there. Not the best family, but as it is. If I had stepped on my aspirations, I would be looking for the fifth corner now. Would that make me happy? I'm sure not. But I'm glad it turned out the way it is. With a few exceptions, of course. And I would advise everyone to pursue their dreams, even if their parents don’t understand you. Somewhere in the future, you may be successful, who knows. At least you will not regret missed opportunities. We all have the same life. So using this ticket is worth the maximum.