Choice

      Family. How do you define your family? I mean, who gets to be in your family? Is it something cut and right? Those who have the same blood as you get the privilege? I have always struggled with this concept. But as I grew up, the concept became more clear and obscure at the same time. A friend, who supports and understands you and steers you clear whenever you stray from what is considered right, is shrugged off by visiting relatives who were never there to begin with (not saying this applies to everyone).

      It seems unfair that I should have a family that is limited in its number; defined by something that doesn’t matter, the thinking that has molded us without our knowing. How many times have we been told to forgive a person for his or her petty issue with others because they are family? But when done by one who is not in it? Preposterous. My point is, because of this, we sometimes unknowingly, cut off people without really giving them a choice or chance to be our pillars of strength.  

      Growing up, I found it hard to be friends with people whom I felt were becoming too close to me. When someone was even able to figure out my thought process or how I make my decisions, I unconsciously started cutting them off.  Took me a long to figure this out, but the thing was I didn’t want them to become my family. I was scared that once I accept them, they would become a permanent fixture in my life. Because how could they be my family? How could I depend on them?

      Safe to say, my growing out of it wasn’t without help. I have this friend, feels weird to say that now, who right from the beginning unnerved me with his accuracy of knowing what I was feeling and how I was going to act next. Any guesses to what I did?? Snip snip snip. I tried to cut him away, but I had no choice but to give him a chance as he was relentless in his kindness and patience. Now he is a very much part of my family and I would have regretted it my entire life had I not grown up.

      So if you see something in someone, don’t let it get away. We always have the choice to surround ourselves with people who love us and those we love. 

Listen to this song if possible (Daughter – Landfill) -
                                                                 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWJ22DyT2T8

Sowndharya


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