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There might seem like there is little left to chance when a person sets out to create their own identity. You rebel. You experiment. All either in utmost calculated reverence of immortality or in the piercing light of chaos, but still you race toward, or you fall into, or you amble onto creating the person that will interact with all the identities created in this world.
There is a distance that is sometimes declared: I am not my parents; their genetic imprint are only building blocks for my frame of reference, my establishing values, my sense of impending self.
Somewhere, sometimes, you might flit by the idea that perhaps the motions of your life were set in direct action by your parents. And with all the horrors that can come from that, perhaps sometimes there needs to be gratitude and remembrance.
