Like every other human being on this planet I am what I am, who I am, we are all the same yet here is the conundrum we are all individual, unique and different, we have the same emotions and feelings, the same senses, we are born, live and die yet travel our own unique journey.
We all also share something that I feel some of us are beginning to forget, a long lineal history of ancestral hopes and plans, instigations from the past that paved our paths for us, at least in our beginnings.
All our forebears had dreams, they all had hopes, they all grew as children, married, had families and gifted us with a history, in which the lost pages of their urges, dreams, desires, and the culmination of all their life's moments are the sum of who we are, as our unique selves, and the entirety of our consciousness will be gifted to our children, and on the story goes.
The question I ask is what will this generation gift into this long lineal line as it continues its journey...?