Maybe not the most influential president, but definitely one of the most inspirational and thoughtful leaders of our time.
- A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
For me, love for siblings is the most annoying kind of love. You rarely display it, or receive it, or talk about it. But it endures anything and everything that a sibling rivalry can throw at it. At the end of the day, all the fights, arguments, punches, words, thoughts, back stabbings and ‘dibber-dobber’ incidents are like water off a duck’s back. And to me, that’s annoying. Because sometimes it’s so, so hard to understand this type of love. In the times of frustration and anger, it’s hard to see the love when there’s so much temporary hate. Although I find it incredibly difficult to admit it to them, I do love my siblings, which is why I am forced to forgive them. It’s why I’m forced to give up my argument even though in my heart I know I’m right. It’s why I end the short-term silent treatment. It’s why I let go of the feelings of hate and anger and hostility. Even when enduring these is so much simpler. Because, deep down, I know that I have to forgive them. There’s some sort of innate and ever-present loyalty to siblings that never goes away. And I don’t want it to go away. Because I know that at some point in my life, they may be the only people I can count on, or I may be their only hope too. And I want that to be possible. I need them.
Three deep breaths. The animosity. The anger. The frustration. The hostility. It all passes. Life goes on.
A better solution than what we could come up with
I love you. I’m always gonna love you. Til the end of my days, and beyond. You’ll see.