We are the patches of our parents, teachers, heroes, villains. We’re the quirks we picked up from old friends, habits we learned from family. We’re a little bit of everyone we meet, by being what they want or being what they don’t. We’re touched and moulded and changed by every little thing, some more than others.
Beneath this all there is a pattern to our absorbtion, the things we choose to be. There are influences that are stronger than others, are there not?
We are patterns. We are a legacy of a life lived and a journey undertaken, the final product of an unfolding story.