Isn’t it too honest to admit that time and distance have the power to transform a group of family members into a bunch of strangers?
My immediate family members are on a family holiday somewhere in Asia. One of them sent me a group shot of all of them, taken at a well-know tourist attraction in that particular city. Looking at the picture, a wave of unfamiliarity suddenly washed over me. I recognized all these faces in the picture, but they all seemed so foreign to me. I talked to most of them every other week throughout the years, but they felt so disconnected from me. I wanted to wish them a happy holiday, but it was hard to wish the best for someone else when my life was in the dump.
Distance and time can speed up the changing pace of this reckless world. Becoming an adult, a lot of time, is more about acquiring the social skills to be a versatile actor upon request. We all have a role to play for a different crowd and under a different circumstance. In kinship, being mature is at times equivalent to having the capacity to act close to some relative while fully realizing the lack of connection underneath the skin.