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All in the family.....

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Before I proceed any further on this kind of dangerous territory and literally asking for trouble, I'd like to proclaim to my immediate and extended family - "Please take all of this with pounds of salt....and, for heaven's sake, it's some X, Y and Z family. Not ours at all. We're the nicest people ever dwelled or going to dwell on Planet Earth." Now, read on.

We all talk about getting along with each other, team work, socialization etc and view it as an important element of our everyday life. Right? You take any situation, whether it's workplace, community, school or home as an example, and the most daunting task would be to make a group of people come to terms with each other, cooperate and do something productive. With me so far?

So, the rare, "enlightening" thought that struck me today is why is that we're not able to take those exact same lessons  from our own families. Why do we choose to struggle or ignore most of the time, when the clues are right in front of us? Or, maybe just an annoying phone call away.

I view families as "microcosms" or a "little miniature world" of a larger, complex and heteregenous system of what forms a society. What it comes down to, is that IF you can manage and handle your own family which can include a cranky mother-in-law, a snooty aunt, that pesky cousin, a bad-tempered uncle, the wayward brother-in-law, competitive brother, irritating sister etc - you are ready to face anything in the world.

Oh, the good and nice ones matter too, but unfortunately, they don't teach you anything. They are just your buffers and rest stops, to help you go back to the tough nuts, who prepare you for reality. Ouch, that hurts.

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