Importance Of Respect Essay

Respect was the ideal that my parents imbedded deep into my character. In my culture, respect to your elders, respect to your teachers, classmates, and friends, you are taught to give them all your respect even if they don’t treat you the same. Whenever I had to talk to someone older than me, I had to speak to them formally which now has an effect on me to which I find it hard to talk to people informally when they ask me to. So the idea of giving respect to strangers, to my elders, and higher authorities guided how I acted and thought of things that happen in my life. When growing up, I spent a lot of the time taking care of myself and doing my own thing for my parents were mostly away from home with work trying to support me and my sister.

My friends’ parents forced a lot on my friends, asking them to be doctors, engineers, etc. Getting them to study day and night and go to tutoring when they return with a B+ or below on any graded paper, they would be punished and grounded so they won’t make the same mistake. And I found that very strict and abusive for my parents were kind in our abilities, they knew my weaknesses and strengths and when I came back with a low grade, instead of punishing me they would say, “Do better next time, there is always room to improve.” They never put me down, but was always there to tell me that I can improve even if everything else was telling me I

But I have a tend to struggle in finding myself not to be good enough to please myself, but more please everyone else. In my work I always try to much make something that would be above standards, but because I put my ambitions to high, I often find myself feeling down whenever I produce something below that ambition even though its a properly functioning piece. In many of my works for example my grid project and my sculptural forms final, I produced 2 functional furniture pieces and many of my friends were in awe, my professors were amazed at my craft, but I found myself unsatisfied for I didn’t meet my expectations knowing that I could be better. It could have been bigger and crafted in a more efficient way. It could have been more creative looking at my other classmates pieces. This attribute of mine I hate the most and it makes it me contradict the idea my parents planted into my head of looking forward and getting better, instead I look into the past and complain on what I could have done better and never feel satisfied on the stuff I create. This idea was put into my head due to the pressure and criticism of