As my life has developed and enough time has come to pass, I've found myself less inclined to see family members. I remember as a youngster being so eager to mimic them and to try and have their ear. It seemed so meaningful to engage with them and have conversations. It seemed as though we were both learning or, at the very least, I certainly felt like I was learning a great deal. This is not to be some sort of realization as to how I am surpassing anyone, because that's certainly not the case. To surpass anyone is something incalculable, as we are all developing and expressing in an infinite set of dimensions.
What is, perhaps, the most frustrating is not so much that I am not learning from them. It is the understanding that there is a great potential for wonderous learning from all parties, and that it would not be a complicated shift in the sense of how many principles need to be understood in order to set the stage for a productive exchange of ideas, rather than a minimalist set of pleasantries and then some sort of judgment as to whether or not family member X has fulfilled their obligations.
Who is to say that I want to invite asseseemmmmmm