It’s a strong word.
You have it. So do I.
Mine is yours and yours is mine.
What family means to me?
Family, it’s there. It’s just there. Static. Unforgettable. Always influencing your decisions. Always on the back of your mind. It’s important. It’s annoying. You love it, but then you don’t. It’s your balance, it’s your imperfections.
Family doesn’t disappear. It disintegrates; Sometimes out into the world and sometimes under into another world. You try to run. It catches you. You try to strive. It’s behind you. You’re independent. It’s the independence you belong to.
Without family, you wouldn’t know how much love hurts. With family, you would know that the ones you love hurt you the most. Without family, you wouldn’t know how it feels to be raw. With family, you would know that the world is full of judgment.
Family can be self-made. Sweet, but not real.
Family can be existing. Not always as sweet, but reality.
In the end, all of this family is just you.
Don’t believe me? Go back and look at each and every place where I’ve used the word family. Now replace family with the word YOU.