At 25, the crux of your relationship with your parents is maturity and how you choose to define it. Your definitions will clash daily until one yields for the other.
They will define it as a period of sacrifice. Sacrifice your happiness, freedom, money, love, spontaneity, laughter, looks.
For some concept of stability.
You will define it as a period of discovery, exploration, individuality, expression, self-love, passion,
For some concept of a life worth living
We have seen them sacrifice only to grasp desperately at our definition at an age when they have long forgotten how to be. This is fine because their parents did it. Their parents parents did it.
We don’t define sustenance of an ideal as commendation of the ideal.
They don’t define the newness of an ideal as commendation of the ideal.
But we compare and determine we’re more alive. How does one mature if one is dead inside?