The subject of family from
our King Lear packet really caught my
interest. This was partially because I cannot stand to write another word about
Pygmalion, and partially because it
really made me question the true definition of “family.” I eventually came to
the conclusion that no one can assign a definite meaning to the word. It can
only be left to one’s interpretation.
That being said, I can only share what I consider to be my definition of
family.
While
I agree with the basic idea of family consisting of blood relatives, I do
believe that there is a more personal level to it. Many “families” are what one
may consider broken. The mother, or father may be unknown to the children, a
sibling may be hated. Would the unknown parent still be considered “family” to
the child? Would the sibling still consider the other to be their brother or sister? Some may say “yes.” I personally feel that I
would be unable to call anyone that I do not love, “family.” I am not saying
that I do not consider my blood relatives as my family, in my case I love them
all; however, I also have friends that I consider “family.” These are only the
closest of my friends that understand my worst traits, but still choose to
continue our friendships. It may sound a bit cliché, but I believe that the
true definition of family is those who will continue to love and be there for you unconditionally, regardless of your faults.