You Can Choose

A woman once told me "you can choose your family". Family isn't about cookouts and connections by blood. But rather about the things that you hold. The hand full of people who won't let you down. The ones who come for no reason at all, the ones who came without you having to call. Those who are there day through the day who cares if each endeavor did go okay. Those who would know you without your own face who would fly across an ocean or dive into space just to meet you in the morning or stifle your worrying. Blood is just that, iron and water a bond which to entropy is akin to piss. While those who you love rot in the ground remember the living and keep them around. Those who know you at your best, and endure your faults. Those who would help hide your face when we can't be adults. Who pretend to cherish that whom you love and support your decisions. Who makes time to listen to your stupid delusions. Who sees me naked for that which I am without being taken aback. You are not held back by who your family is or what they have done. You cannot ride on your family's coattails and rest on their laurels. You must go forth, find those who truly mean something to you, and make them your family.