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Found Family

Some of us are born into a family that understands and loves us in the way we want to be understood and loved. But some of us are not. It's not necessarily anyone's fault. It's just that each individual has a different wavelength and the people who match this wavelength might not be found in their family. That's where 'found family' comes into play- friends.

I, personally, have a loving father and a caring mother who has provided me with everything that they possibly could. They have been living for my happiness since the day I was born. My brother has always been someone who manages to put a smile on my face. But I always had issues communicating with them. It's not that they do not listen to me- they do. It's just they have a completely different perception of things and because of this, they cannot fully comprehend and understand my views. And that's okay. They have never let this affect me or my upbringing. But the need to be understood in the way I understand things- the blank space in my life- it was filled by my dear friends.

With them, I have never felt any need to filter my thoughts or actions. I could be the truest form of myself in their presence. I could thrive. And no, I'm not talking about the friends who have a bad influence on you- trust me, I've had many and I've cut them off entirely because I know that's not what I need. I'm talking about the good ones- the ones that feel like family in the absolute best way possible. The ones that guide you and help you become the best version of yourself. The ones that stick with you through thick and thin. I've truly been blessed to have such friends in my life as I know they are hard to come by. They are my blanket of comfort. They are my solace. 

This found family of mine is one of the most precious aspects of my life. Good company accounts for good thoughts and good actions. Sure, no friendship dynamic is picture-perfect. But I'm really grateful for the ones who have stuck with me through the hard times and are still by my side to this day. I think everybody deserves a group of people that truly matches their wavelength and allows them to express their truest version. Because it's as C.S Lewis said-

"Friendship... is born at the moment when one man says to another 'What! You too? I thought that no one but myself.."

Surrounding ourselves with good friends is one of the most important things in life- it is a thing that will make or break us. Because-

"A good friend is a connection to life- a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world."

-Lois Wyse



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