Sunday, February 1, 2009
I've found throughout my travels, my trails and tribulations, that I've been fortunate enough to have one constant in my life: family. I realize not all of us are lucky enough to have this constant, and yet for others, we do have this constant, and it is no good thing. However, for me, it seems that no matter what I've done in the past, no matter where I'm trying to go or what I'm trying to accomplish, and however I may fail spectacularly in my attempts at doing so, my family is always here for me. The house I grew up in is here and will always be, like a pillar of solidarity in a world where things are much less certain. I feel like if someone is lucky enough to be a grown man and feel this way about their parents legacy, then they can consider their parents successful.