Life begins with two single cells. When those cells meet, they form this beautiful life. A life that is supposed to be protected, loved and nourished. A life that is supposed to grow, and continued to be loved through all controversy and pain. Through the disappointment and mistakes. And then one day she woke up from this alternate universe and she realized that through her real eyes, and the cellophane that family was distorted, and only a figment of her imagination. Family is not forever, nor is it the one that you were born unto. Family is not blood, nor is it looking like these people whom helped give you life. Family is a feeling. Family is people who are there for you no matter what time of night it may be. Family is who you choose for yourself. Not all blood is family, and not all family is blood. This journey this girl is trudging through will take effect on this person as a whole. Submerge yourself into a life of turmoil and trauma.
It’s like reading a book and creating this world in your head, and then you go and watch the new movie that came out, and it totally misconstrues what you have imagined. That is the idea of love. Love is not what you think all of the time. Love hurts, love is forgiving, sometimes. There are conditions to love and unconditional love. Which one is radiating through your life? Are you being loved no matter what happens, or are you living your life through conditional love. Conditional love; where you have to do something to get something in return. A give and take type of love. What does it mean when someone says that they love you? Has your heart ever hurt so bad that you don’t know what to do but cry, for no good reason at all, just that overwhelming feeling you have building up in your gut. What has this world come to? What have you seen that you can’t open your eyes, or mind to what life truly is? Need it be a near death experience, or some simple one. Why must life be so hard? Why can’t everything be fucking handed to you like other people? Why can’t everyone struggle and see what it’s like to have nothing, or so little?
But have you ever looked at foreign countries kids who have no shoes. Who played in the dirt all the time, but were simply happy with their lives. Social media didn’t play a role because they have no internet/ social media. Where spending time with family, and your parents being together was normal. Two worlds collide and the differences begin to arise. But love. Love is there between these two worlds. Everyone has their own idea of love. SO what is love to you? What is trust? Can you explain what is going on in your own depiction and description of love? What is religion, and is it learned from what is passed down to you or is it your own realization of what you want to believe? Believing in miracles. This is all your own personal choice, you can be told to believe for so long, and then one day you choose to believe it or not. So what do you choose below please put your own answer, for your own understanding. This is for you. No one else. Holding our hand when you need it the most. What does that mean? As referred to above, you choose your family just like you choose what to believe, what to eat, and if you want to live and love, or be lost and swallowed up into sorrow.
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