Passion, Wisdom, & Bonsai Trees

Lilian Oake has been writing fantasy for over ten years with millions of hits on her most popular story, Nahtaia: A Faery's Tale. When not writing, she's wandering the forests of North Carolina with her better half and fellow fantasy author, or binge-watching her beloved Lord of the Rings trilog

I have a book to finish, a cartographer to find…and an artist to entice for some commissioned pieces. But with all that on my plate, I took a moment to eat some Ramen noodles and surf the internet.

Then I came across this video. It made me think of everyone in my generation who seems to be up in the air with life. All of my friends are artists in some way, shape, or form. Writers. Painters. Crafters.

Many of them are also parents.

Even as a writer, I never quite had the words I needed, when talking about parenthood. I grew up around very, very different ideas of what parenthood should be, and it never quite made sense to me when I had my own kids. Why should kids be poked and prodded at in the direction their parents want? Why should they be taught a societal system where certain people are above others? Why can’t kids be taught to appreciate the moment, rather than what they need to strive to achieve for the future? They can learn both. So why should we choose what’s important for them? As if we know what the world will offer them in twenty years.

Twenty years ago, parents didn’t know that the internet would be a major way for millennials to make money. Instead, they pushed their kids to be doctors or lawyers, slowly suffocating the creative bug and imagination in us. Kids were raised to expect, rather than to appreciate. Then we grew up, and the world became a place where creativity is a staple in life. Books, movies, art, music…it runs our world. And instead of allowing ourselves to take risks in life to rediscover and recognize the creative talents we’ve always held, we’re trapped in an eight to