I saw a wonderful play this past week: Song of Joy.

It’s written and acted by Carol Mazhuvancheril — who writes an autobiographical story of his life transitioning from Kerala, South India to other places in the world. He struggles with his own identity and finding “home” in different environments.

What I thought was most fascinating was his commentary on his relationship with his immigrant parents. He writes: “children of immigrants often have to balance what they owe their parents with what they owe themselves.”

Many of my generation go through this dilemma - and it’s a delicate balance. We want to honor our parents: their sacrifice and boldness; but we also want to light our own path that may never fit their worldview. It’s a lifelong process of discovery and self-unfoldment.

For those in similar situations: how have you navigated this balancing act?