Last year I lost my job. Couldn't find another job in my field. Have been living alone in a foreign country. But today was a new low. I discovered family is just a lie. At least mine is. My regret is I allowed them to influence my life style and decisions: from what I say, dress, where I went, what I studied ... etc. What I am suffering now is because of that. Every person should do what they want and make the decisions that make them happy. If you are not happy, then no one around you will be happy. If you follow your heart, at least you will be happy, but I am also almost certain, if you are happy others around you will be happy, too. My father always told me "I want you to be happy" while influencing my life to the tiniest details. But this is a lie. The reality is he wanted to be happy through me. I shouldn't have listened to him. I shouldn't have accepted his money because by accepting money from him, I allowed him to own my life. It's a late realization.