Older siblings. I must admit that growing up in the shadow of other children is a bit intimidating, especially when there is such an age gap. Most of your life you are trying to impress them or gain their approval in some way. In most cases that eventually shifts, and you start to realize the constraints that a child has as they enter into adulthood. For me watching my older sister & brother make mistakes, well it showed me a perspective of what type of life I wanted to live, and how certain action will leave you to certain consequences. Now as an adult, I see how much those choices & consequences effect the heart and the amount of compassion and the amount of love that remains...& even though I have known you both for 27 years, I often feel like I have never known you at all. I find it interesting that you grow up believing that if it doesn't benefit the family than it is not good for you. I ask What is family? Is family the heartless entity that bargains with love? Is family expecting you to provide even though there is no system of growth? Is family knowing you have someone to fall back on, even though you have always turned your back on the cause? Is Family Saying I LOVE YOU without even acting on love? Can I love you truly if I don't know you? Can you allow me to love you if you don't know you? What life doesn't tell you as a child, is that the same people who you looked up to, the ones that use to look down to you, could possibly be the same people who look to you for a sense of freedom. Sometimes being the only one has to be enough. Sometimes isolation is the only way to quiet the demons of our past. I don't blame you. I don't blame anyone. It's easier not to try and I get that. Everyone settles, that's how the tyrant ways of America came about. But in a world where I often feel alone, I will say that I miss the idea that you will always be there to protect me. I miss the security of your shadow, even when it hid me from the light. I miss not feeling like the oldest. I miss the idea that we all were apart of something bigger than us. I miss our illusion of love. It will always be the beginning of my story. I'm grateful. #messingwiththematthews