It is funny. I thought that this would be something I could write about for hours. But as I sit here trying to write this topic I am speechless. Words as if had vanished from the limited vocabulary that I call my tool belt. Until yesterday I believed I knew my family very well. The very little things that make them smile. Every kind of pain that we have faced together. Yet I was miles from the truth. Families that stick together are hard to come by these days. We are from an era that has become overtly practical. An era where relationships are seen as as a ladder for success. Stepping on each bond, climbing up and never looking back. What we fail to realize is that family is is not a ladder moreover a colorful picture. Made up of different colors and moments. These small moments of joy that bring the outbursts of laughter that last for hours.The seconds of pain that bring the entire workaholic family under one roof to celebrate time together and to face all the adversity as one.People who have a family are lucky. As families are what complete us. Without our families we are nobodies nevertheless with our families we can hopefully be someone someday.
Today I write from Canada. Where a family tragedy has brought us all together. Travelling from miles around the world, we all are here. My future profession has trained me to be as emotionless by expression. It has become almost impossible for me to express emotions but stepping through the front door I was exposed to what made me who I am today. In our daily struggles and runaround after money, success and fame we often forget the moments that added life to our breathes. Small gift like seconds that make you call out for what is needed. When a father holds up his daughter for the first time and gives her all of his love. A loving wife holds in all her emotions to make sure she is the rock for the family. Holding everyone together. The love of a new born baby rippling through the air trying to fill the empty halls once again with laughter. A son doing everything he can to make sure his father is doing okay. A brother that is seen once in a blue moon, dropping everything to be by his sister's side. Pain is a universal truth. But family is God's way to let you know he is there for you in every shape and form. With family you are ready to fight through all this struggle. Everyone wants to be a policeman, doctor or firefighter. Me, I would be happy just having my own small family to add this big crazy one that I already have.
