Who are your family?
Your parents? Your siblings? Your aunts and uncles? Your grandparents? Your cousins? Yes, of course, technically, they ARE your family. But sometimes, whenever I’m alone in my room, I cannot help but wonder and come up with weird random thoughts about anything. And this time, I thought about this. Yes, these blood-related members of the family tree are indeed family. But then again, I thought, “Are they?”
For years, I strongly believed that family is the term used only when referring to those who are blood-related to me. However, as I grow older, the word ‘family’ started to have this warm feeling that embraces it. I started to think and realize that family doesn’t necessarily have to be part of your ancestry.
Family are those people who love you for who you are. They accept you and your flaws, correct your mistakes and guide you towards the right path in life, support your decisions and choices and appreciates your very existence in this world.
And having people that you can consider your family is one of the greatest blessings and gifts that you can ever receive in your life. It’s not about the money, cars or luxuries but it’s about the people. It’s about the bond that you have created through the years of deep conversations and minimal fights, understandings and misunderstandings, and milestones and useless hangouts.
Family could be anyone you treasure and value. If you ever have people like that, consider yourself lucky and blessed.
I agree. There is a phrase saying "family by choice". You choose someone to be your family because of a common ground that you don't see to other people. It's about personal connection and understanding without judgment.