Recently I was called to ponder about myΒ ancestors
I am the product of survivals fittest We all are
My ancestoral intuition that has been passed down for generations has kept my lineage alive
Who am I to question it?
I feel pride in this knowledge It makes me feel as though I am part of something far greater than anything I have laid eyes upon
My life is a byproduct of it
What was my great grandparents' life story? What was their childhood like? What challenges did they face in early adulthood? I cannot say I know anything about them and it saddens me Was it not less than 100 years and all the information is lost