Reality is, life is short and every moment we are here truly counts. We assume we were placed here because our Parents we madly in love, horny or maybe just bored ~this is reality~ Reality is we are because the greater cause of life chose us to be, we don’t have a say of what sex, height, or intelligence level our Children will have, they are born, we love them ~we try~ and the cycle continues. (For Some)
Reality is, that we don’t pick our Parents, we are the concept, and then we deal with life’s consequences. All we can hope for if that the family we were gifted too will love us, care for us, no matter what we may be, have done, will do or should have done.
Reality is, I am lucky, I have this in spades, I wasn’t lucky to get admirable parents as far as parenting goes; my Dad was a good person, but lacked so much in the parenting department. My Mom, well don’t ask me what I think of her. My point is; they didn’t define me, the rest of my family were my rocks, they were the ones that were there when I had nothing else, when I felt like there was nothing else.
Reality is, I am a product of something much greater than myself, I am the product of generations of individuals that, I would hope could look at me and say they were proud, even though I may not have given them every reason to be. This is how I look at life; (what would my ancestors do)? What will they say when/if I get to meet them one day. I hope I do make them somewhat proud, I hope I do get to meet them.
Reality is, I love my family dearly, I find the older I get the more I realize this, the more I Cherish the moments that we get to be together. Now, you ask what the hell is your point?? (Reality is LIFE IS SHORT)
