Friend or Family

Do we ever really know the people we grew up with ? Each of us are so individual in our thinking. It's like I think something is pink but you think it is violet. How is it that the same dress looks good on Jane to me yet you think it looks lousy? And why is it when I say I'll see you later you think I mean in a while when in fact I mean tomorrow? Isn't it strange that I take no offence with some criticism and someone else won't even speak to me again if I say it to them? Some people say it is gossip while others say it is just being interested in the information being passed.

If we as family could start accepting each other for whoever we are, just as we are, we would very likely be able to see beyond our own expectations of each other. Wouldn't it be great to be glad we know so many different kinds of people who all belong to one family?

If you take the time to be completely honest with yourself, you'd realize you have friends that are just like family, and you still like them. So why not our blood family?

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