Selfishly, I want my thoughts to have a place, an eternal, easy, and personal place. I think too much, about everything, at every time, and I tend to pass on many of those thoughts easily. I go fast and faster they leave me. I am well aware of how little I know. That’s my greatest gift. I am a people person, even though, as I grow, I find more love in people as a common rather than as an individual. I act, walk, talk, and live with an open mind. An open window. A learner. That’s how I change, how I exist. In a grouped sense, I wanted a legacy. A flat, ordinary one. The one you share with a parent, a son. The one you inherit, know, screw up or improve. The “flat and ordinary” concept is the only thing I have and why I am who I am. It’s the thing I’m born with and the thing I leave to the future. The name means nothing without the ones who carry it, and it’s because of the same people who share it with me that I feel proud and needed enough to make a place of memorandum. I want my son to read this, my grandson to read this. To see how we think, how we see, how we live.
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