Seems it should be like this
Not long ago I was in church and the priest said that what we love the most is what makes us suffer the most. He was talking about our relationship with God, but I believe he’s right.
For many of us, the people we love the most are those around us, and within those people, family is a very particular bond. No matter how bad the relationship is, it’s very difficult to break it. We don’t choose our family, and our family doesn’t choose us.
We suffer when they suffer, their problems are our problems, our happiness is tied to theirs. There is no worse disappointment than if any of them disappoints us. We trust them, we trust them a lot. Usually, they are the ones we trust the most (after all, they’ve been there forever). It’s hard to overcome a blow to that trust… if they fail, who won’t?
But sometimes we have to think differently. I am the youngest in my family, and I am very aware that for me to be where I am, an effort was made that I may not even understand yet.
My parents and my sisters made sacrifices so that I could have a roof over my head, clothes, food. That is the basis of my philosophy. I am in debt, a big debt, one that I will never be able to pay. They gave up many things for me. I owe them my life.
If you give, you should receive. Good things should be waiting for you. They are not perfect, they are human. They are what I love the most, and they are what makes me suffer the most. But as long as they are with me, everything is worth it. Forgiving, forgetting, and helping seem to be what I should do.
After all, Tolstoy seems to be right: “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” So it seems that the best thing to do is to try to make one’s family part of the group of happy families.