Everyone comes into the world into a family, excuse me, not everyone. Some were born in such precarious circumstances that they degenerated into the vilest orphanhood. In any case, generally speaking, the newcomer is a joy for the family, the prolongation of the essence of the ancestors, and the way to perpetuate the species of the most intelligent being on the face of the earth. Well, that's what is believed and said.

Although we have developed in part the potential for security, it is no less true that for those of us who grew up in a constituted home, we are not exempt from difficulties in achieving and maintaining healthy coexistence throughout life.

With certainty, your worst enemies do not come from the outside, on the contrary, I would not be surprised to find them among those who grew up with you, even, I do not rule out that you may have earned them among those who protected you when you were defenseless.

Enmities between brothers, and confrontations between parents and children, capture the headlines of the yellow press in extreme situations that lead to tragic outcomes. Struggle for goods, confrontation of egos, but above all, the absence of love.

You will agree that this is a very uncomfortable truth. A disease that afflicts ultramodern society, where the desire for material things replaces the enjoyment of spiritual and intangible goods.

In this sense, I believe it is an approach to the notion of love. This is more than a feeling based on emotions, which involves, not always in a congruent way, the attitude that leads actions in defense of the object of that love.

I don't want to write a dissertation on love, a thorny topic addressed since antiquity. What I want to emphasize on this occasion is only one aspect that erodes it, and that, for sure, you face daily.

On some site, I read about the Backpack of Grievances, and it left a deep impression on me. What a pity that I do not have the precise reference to share it with you. I think it was a supplement to the monthly publication of Reader's Digest, but the idea is clear to me: do not hold grudges against those around you, and even less, assume intentions behind the behaviors that originated them. The recommendation is clear, if you have something to say, say it, don't keep quiet so that it doesn't happen to you like a pressure cooker with a damaged valve: explode.

Of course, you have to know how to say what bothers you about others, that which is called prudence. It is also an uncomfortable truth that our skin is susceptible to criticism. And one ends up responding, attacking (unconsciously) in self-defense to those who want to make amends.

Anglo-Saxon wisdom advises: attack the message, not the messenger. This has a crushing logic, especially if the messenger is, the object of your love. Although our actions define who we are, it is also true that even though what’s done cannot be undone, in this case, the message; the messenger can change the attitude to try to avoid past behaviors that caused harm to others. No matter how bad the content of the message is, the way it is given determines how the recipient receives it.

Who wants to become enemies with a dear friend, brother, son, or mother? No one in their right mind, since there is a loving bond between them. I would tell you, to learn to be empathetic and resilient, but first I would have to see the reflection of my actions in a mirror in this particular case. It is not easy, but not impossible. I believe the key is to harmonize attitude and behavior based on love in a permanent way.

If the backpack you carry on your back is heavy with accumulated resentment, why not try to empty it, and fill it with reasons for joy? They don't have to be feats, a simple gesture, a smile, or a caress will make your life and the lives of others happier.

I don't know if even with this, enemies will persist, but at least, try to prevent them from being from your home. Fill your backpack with blessings.