So, you may notice a photo on my page. That's a photo of my brother and myself two days after Thanksgiving. Every year my mother enjoys putting up her fake Christmas tree with an exorbitant amount of lights. Well, she likes to take a photo of her two boys every year as well.
This photo, amongst dozens of others of my brother and myself, stood out. Perhaps it is because that this photo is in black and white. A certain purity or innocence or truth comes out when you look at the world through only a few shades of color. Something changed or snapped into place rather. I never thought that me and my brother were alike. We like hardly of any of the same things. He has bright orangish hair and a beard. I have dark brown hair and am generally clean shaven. We don't look too much alike. But, you can tell he is my brother. Based upon the 17 years of shared life living in the same house as my parents, its not hard to realize that we would shape our worlds in similar ways.
I also take on characteristics of those people that I live with and spend time with. In language, action, and thought. That is not to say that I do not have individual thought, but I am able to and embrace these resemblances. I value and love the people in my life. That is why they are there. I am privileged that they are a part of who I am.
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