I’m lucky to have the family I do.
I’ve absorbed the outlook that you will only live once so why waste it.
Live for yourself, not others.
My family don’t take life so seriously and I think that’s where I get it from. Life is for laughing at, not fighting against.
Metaphorically, I have learnt from them that I should “live every day like it’s your last” and more than likely, inevitably “don’t cry over spilled milk”, both of which I have had reiterated to me on many occasions. Basically, try things that I think are worth my time and don’t lose faith if it all goes wrong.
The motivation my father executes pushing me towards doing this is unbelievable, emphasizing that finding that starting point to take off from is the most important but finding that starting point is the hardest step.
He doesn’t want me to do things just “because”, and I don’t want to either. I want to do things because it is a path that I want to take. In the end he wants me to enjoy my life, what else do I need?
Over time I have witnessed all different types of family dynamics and it has highlighted in my mind that what I have is very rare and something I should cherish and be proud to be a part of.
I may have overlooked it before but I actually have people that are there for me always, in the good and the bad and as much as they might wish to, they aren’t going anywhere.
“You can choose your friends in life Anna, but you can’t choose your relations”… I have heard those words a thousand times and the idea used to irritate me to death, but now I am so grateful for what I have. I will always have people that help me, are there for me, back me up when I’m right and tell me when I’m wrong.
The Christian clan are all together, whatever path we each take, however different we all are, the important thing is in end we all have each other’s back.
That is something special.