have a sip of tea - life at first kinship

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for CreateTogether.

and you can decide on what you think.

life at first kinship.

to have lost and loved, they whistle,

is better than never to love a day or knowing the way—

or to have lost, yet never known it whole or at all,

a fleeting love, a shadowed glow.

is it better than the ache that takes its toll?

family, they murmur, is blood or chosen ties.

some tell us family is bound by blood that flows through its veins;

other argue it's chosen hands that craft the bond of "us,"

or love where hearts have stood, blooming where chosen bonds remain.

so is it by birth, by bond, or by love that never dies?

(rap) yo, to love and lose, they say, is better—no doubt—

than to live without knowing what love's about.

some claim family is blood, others say it’s a choice,

a bond strengthened by the sound of its voice.

to be adopted arms,

a birthright's claim, yeah,

that’s the debate,

a path it take,

two ways to measure the bonds its make,

two paths of love that can’t escape fate.

but what of those who never choose,

whose paths are sealed by fate's ruse?

what of those who bear no name,

no chance to choose, no path to claim,

left sighing, “where do it belong?”

what if no choice was theirs to make?

no hands to grasp, no paths to take?

life deals the hand, win or lose

to craft its circle, to forge it through.

but what of the soul who’s never had a chance,

to choose their bonds, their life’s dance?

but what if fate denies the stake?

what if no choice ever came,

would it run to dodge the blame?

but what if it never even have that chance to even choose,

but what if no choice was ever its to make?

would they flee from the void, or seek what’s unseen—

a life unlived, a dream in-between?

what is family,

if not the bond,

of love and trust it lean upon,

to be chosen, or to choose anew,

or wish for neither—

it’s all askew.

what is family?

who decides?

is it love, where truth resides?

if given a choice, would you decline,

or wish to walk a different line?

then would it still wish for another fate?

to be chosen, to choose, or to turn away,

is the heart not bound,

come what may?

would they run from what they lack,

or carry love upon theirs back?

what is family—flesh or heart,

a bond of soul, a fragile art?

would they run from the agony they feel inside,

or stand up tall with their heart as guide?

what is family?

is it flesh or soul?

a crew that lifts, a force that makes whole?

would they run?

would they fight through shadowed day, or endless night, come what may?

what is family, if not a tether,

a promise to hold through stormy weather?

if given a choice, would they wish for another,

or find their place among kindred others?

would they die for love so true,

sacrifice breath for those they knew?

is that what family means to it?

is that family, the ultimate test,

or simply love put to its quest?

does sacrifice make a family whole,

or is it the love that fills the soul?

would it die for the one it hold dear,

trade their breath to keep love near?

is that the bond that makes one whole,

a sacrifice etched deep in the soul,

or simply hold its memory dear?

yet here we pause, a truth to find—

love shapes the heart, but not the bind.

what if they had the choice but wished they didn’t?

to have been chosen, to have chosen,

or to have never wanted to be chosen at all—

what then would they have done?

would they die for those they hold so tight,

ride or die, through the darkest night?

would it die for love, for kin, for truth,

is that family—the proof of right?

would they bear the weight of love refused,

or find strength in bonds they’d choose?

to be chosen, to choose, or to fade away,

which path, in truth, holds?

if it had the choice,

would it turn it down,

or wish for a life in another town?

to be chosen, to choose, or to fade in the mist,

would it fight for love or cease to exist?

& if it could choose, but longed for less.

to be chosen, to choose, or stand apart,

each path a puzzle to the heart.

would it die for those it love,

a vow that binds, a push, a shove?

would it die for the ones it hold?

is that family, in stories told?

would it die for the one it love?

does that consider family?

but...

yet still—

the difference, sharp, as clear,

between coffee’s warmth and opinion's leer:

coffee asks first, gives what it seeks,

but its words cut deeper, sharp,

while opinions rush, unearned, bleak.

the coffee waits, with elegancy, to be poured,

while opinions— unasked—are freely ignored.

think twice when stepping into space;

respect is a privilege that must be earned, not given easily—know its place.

oh, the bitter truth it brings, that coffee waits, unlike opinions’ sting.

so pause, and let this wisdom brew: to love, to choose, to hold what’s true.

what is family,

if not a fragile thread,

a tether of love where hearts have bled?

in choice, in fate, in ties that bind,

it’s love that lingers in heart and mind,

but left it yearning for something near?

the difference between coffee and your opinion is it asked for coffee & what is family;

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