An appreciation post

Once I told a very dear friend of mine that I could live rather okay without having to be checked on by my family from time to time. I thought that having lived abroad once would elevate my status to that of an independent daughter. Alas, the thing about being too presumptuous is that you are bound to swallow your own spit. 

But, family is still family. They would accept how silly and reckless you were. They would give you complete and undivided support. Probably, you would get chastised when making a rash decision, but they would still be there and never turn away. 

I am lucky that when it comes to adverse situations, we share the same attitude. When bad things happen, rather than lamenting the situation, which we know is not helpful, we prefer to see the positive side. 

All in all, I guess I should be more appreciative of my family. Knowing how passive I am, I’d probably be drowned until I admit to myself that I need a hand.