I found my father’s journal recently.
I don’t understand his handwriting at times but I noticed that we have a very familiar style of writing – short sentences, mostly meditations and abstract musings on life.
We’re like the same person across two different eras. I could have written the very same things, had I formed as a man in the 60s and 70s.
A “random” sentence of his caught my eye today: “Who needs a name when you have a family (name)?”.
I hope I’m able to embody that same idea with my actions.
I’ve been working hard to make my family stronger. And my family always gives me strength.