Why Family Bonds Aren’t Always Easy (But Still Matter)
As I grow older, there’s only one thing in life that has remained permanent – my family. Slowly
everything else keeps slipping away: school, college, friends, childhood friends.
The Tv serials and dramas that I used to watch all the time – everything has been left behind.
There is only one thing that was with me back then and is still with me today – my imperfect, messy family.
In childhood, family was just family – going out with Dadu, watching comedy TV serials with him
and eating lots of snacks while shopping together.
Family: A Lifetime Bond You Can’t Cancel ( And Why It Matters)
As soon as Dad entered the house, I would sit down to study. If I needed anything from Dad, I would ask Mumma to speak to him for me.
And the moment Dad left house, I would go out to play or watch TV.
On holidays I’d get Mumma to make my favorite meal and spend time sitting with her in the kitchen, and chat endlessly.
Having fun and sharing little chats with Dadi and my brother. This was the only definition of family I had in my childhood.
Maybe this was the meaning of home for all of us when we were children.
But as I grow older, everything seems to slip away. The only thing that remains permanent is family.
What once felt like just home now feels like a support system.
You didn’t choose it – But it shapes everything in your life.
They give me a reason to live, a reason to achieve something just for them.
Whether I lose or win, whether I’m wrong or right, these are the people who stand by me without wasting a single minute.
Now I feel that home is not just for support, but also a source of motivation to live, laugh, stay happy, and source to learn many things.
Sitting with them for just five minutes makes me want to forget everything and live freely.
That’s another story, though – sometimes I get extremely angry at this very same people.
We don’t share everything with our family and sometimes we can’t . But when they are dealing with their own problems, we forget ours. Our stress slowly fades away.
Even when we can’t open up or share too much with them, they still remain special – always.
I don’t know about everyone else, but my my people….. sometimes it feels like they don’t understands me at all, and sometimes it feels like no one understands me better than they do.
My home is far from perfect, there are many ups and down’s, a lot of chaos, and plenty of problems – but maybe that’s what family really is.
Maybe every home is like this, but still, for everyone, their people are special. Imagining life without them is almost impossible, right?
