Recently
I was called to ponder about my 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