And we will go

Suddenly everything feels a lot tighter, the effect aligning with the way a rope would have felt biting into the skin on your wrist. Its a searing pain, slow and steady and the high point doesn't hurt you much. Its the aftermath that eventually burns you, that makes it a point, to survive.

I hope tomorrow goes well, and days after that. Times like these are the times family appears to be constantly at the frontline of the mind. A blunt, nagging situation. It is not that only hardship accentuates the importance of family. I would like to think of it as a reflex, something that is kept at a low constantly until a certain jerk in our seemingly smooth sailing life threatens us, beckoning the basic principles of love, care and concern to surface in fuller force. It beats things like thriving in work and play and friends and ambitions into the second spot, steady as second nature.

Sure we have all had our rebellious adolescent moments, spending years focused on the shortcomings and disadvantages of the tender age, more often with self-pity over the things that we are deprived of, either by state laws or barbed wires that are our parent's control. However so it has been drilled in me, how family comes first, always. And how in the end, those displeasing barbed wires that deprive us would tame us and shape us into who we are today and usually, albeit your inward cry for reluctance to agree, we will be thankful of it, as I have.

Through it all I believe we have grown stronger together. Stories don't help much, words portray too little. The books stress too scantily.

How patience and optimism is as crucial in life as the rising sun for every new day.