To Whom it May Concern,
For as long as I can remember, I've never really been a family guy. At least not in the standard sense. I don't really care for the phrase "blood is thicker than water," when I know for a fact that blood doesn't make a family. Just because someone shares genetics, doesn't mean they share that bond. I learned that a long time ago. Blood doesn't make a family, it's the actions and effort and sacrifice each and every day that builds those bonds with those around us.
To me, family is simply those people that I care deeply about. It doesn't matter where they came from, who they were born to. What matters is that I belong with them. I've always had my mother, who's broken herself doing everything she can to be there for me. I couldn't in a year recount every time she's had my back, whether I deserved it or not. My brother, who I've had for 24 years, even though he's a pain at times, he's been there through more than a lot of people know. My grandma, who's been a second parent to me my entire life, when by no rights did she ever have to give up as much as she did. That's my blood family, and flawed as we are, we're there for each other. And I can claim that with every other person I call family. It's not perfection, or even presence, it's actually giving a crap and caring for each other, that's it. I have family miles away that I can turn to at any time, I have family in other countries that have never abandoned me when I came calling. Family is the act of purely loving someone, that's it.
By no means am I even close to perfect. I'm not punctual, I keep people at a distance, I'm pretty abrasive at times. I work better by myself, so I've always been alone. I've spent my life drifting from group to group, never staying around anyone for long. I've never found a place where I actually belonged. I honestly don't know how many other people feel that way, but I just don't belong like other people do. But even still I've found people I couldn't live without. I've found people I would die for. I've found people that have sacrificed for me, even with my protests. They accept me for who I am, knowing that even though I'll never settle down and stop moving, I'd go through hell for each and every one of them. And that's the best example I can give. If someone like me is capable of having family, anyone is. It might not look like how people may imagine, but maybe that's okay, maybe that's the point. Who cares what shape it takes, or what it's comprised of, if they care?
Find those people who matter, the ones who stay, the ones who are real. Find the people that will treat you like family, whether they're blood or not. Find who's going to stick around, and stay with them. The ones who love us, they're irreplaceable. Remember, a family isn't made by blood or genetics. A family is made by caring for each other, by sacrificing for each other, by walking our separate roads as one. We choose our family, day by day, in every action we choose. Choose wisely.
To me, family is simply those people that I care deeply about. It doesn't matter where they came from, who they were born to. What matters is that I belong with them. I've always had my mother, who's broken herself doing everything she can to be there for me. I couldn't in a year recount every time she's had my back, whether I deserved it or not. My brother, who I've had for 24 years, even though he's a pain at times, he's been there through more than a lot of people know. My grandma, who's been a second parent to me my entire life, when by no rights did she ever have to give up as much as she did. That's my blood family, and flawed as we are, we're there for each other. And I can claim that with every other person I call family. It's not perfection, or even presence, it's actually giving a crap and caring for each other, that's it. I have family miles away that I can turn to at any time, I have family in other countries that have never abandoned me when I came calling. Family is the act of purely loving someone, that's it.
By no means am I even close to perfect. I'm not punctual, I keep people at a distance, I'm pretty abrasive at times. I work better by myself, so I've always been alone. I've spent my life drifting from group to group, never staying around anyone for long. I've never found a place where I actually belonged. I honestly don't know how many other people feel that way, but I just don't belong like other people do. But even still I've found people I couldn't live without. I've found people I would die for. I've found people that have sacrificed for me, even with my protests. They accept me for who I am, knowing that even though I'll never settle down and stop moving, I'd go through hell for each and every one of them. And that's the best example I can give. If someone like me is capable of having family, anyone is. It might not look like how people may imagine, but maybe that's okay, maybe that's the point. Who cares what shape it takes, or what it's comprised of, if they care?
Find those people who matter, the ones who stay, the ones who are real. Find the people that will treat you like family, whether they're blood or not. Find who's going to stick around, and stay with them. The ones who love us, they're irreplaceable. Remember, a family isn't made by blood or genetics. A family is made by caring for each other, by sacrificing for each other, by walking our separate roads as one. We choose our family, day by day, in every action we choose. Choose wisely.