Another Day, Just Breath; Another Day, Just Believe...

    So here I am writing my final entry into this thing in the place I am. I see that I move around a bit for the age I am. to me this is a good thing. For change is a necessity in my life. Without I go stale and lose all meaning to who I am.
    To say I am sad that I am going is to say a cow goes 'Moo'. I came into a home and to a family that I did not know and that did not know me. I leave having gained a greater amount of closure on who my father was and what he did with his life. The choices he made were not that best in the world, but I am happy he made them anyhow. To be me and to see such horror in the world is to affirm that there must be a few good people in the world. I believe my father was a good man. He made poor choices as we all must in order to learn. The only thing that I am aggravated about is that he did not learn from those choices. As I have not in many of mine.
    The more I came to know a man I did not a, a man I could not, the more I began to see that I am like him. That his flaws, characteristics, intellect, near everything was passed onto me. This break from my original thought of nurture versus nature. As now I feel that a lot of what we are as people has a lot to do with what we inherit from those who gave birth to us.
    In all, I am glad I stepped into a place I did not know. Into a family with problems that reminded me of my childhood. Into my skin. At this point all the uncertanties I had are all but gone. There are still a few, but far less than I came up here with.
    If this were a normal post I'd leave you with some music. Unfortunately, there are nineteen tracks I have and I am not willing to post them all. Just imagine some good Balkan brass, some synth, and a little face-melting guitar work in your head.