Are you listening?
There isn’t a day that goes by where I am not somehow reminded of someone who has walked before me. These people may be family members or friends that have died or they may be the purveyors of technologies or some other knowledge whose wisdom still holds a place in the modern world.
What is the legacy you have been left with?
Are Pieces of Me, Pieces of You?
There have been many people who have left traces of their uniqueness behind by way of how they’ve influenced me; from what and how I cook to the music I listen to and beyond.
Much of what we do is learned and we learn it from somewhere.
For instance, as much as I hate when people compare me to my mother, there are things I do because she did them; there are ways that I do things, because that is the way she did them; like the very precise way in which I fold towels.
My father writes. You wouldn’t know of any of his work because he has never really tried to publish, but he writes and he does it well.
Am I a writer because my father writes?
My aunt was a semi-known artist who had pieces hanging in a couple of museums. She was a phenomenal painter.
Am I an artist because my aunt was an artist?
My uncles had a band throughout my childhood. I grew-up on a stage.
Do I sing because my uncles sang?
The Big Question for 1000 Alex…
The bigger question inside of these questions is this…
Did I inherent these things by way of genetics?
Or, did I inherit these things by way of mere osmosis from being steeped in them during my formative years?
Are these cumulative traits, talents and qualities — these things that make-up who I am, are they growing inside of me or have they just grown on me, like folding towels?