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Where I'm From. (1-2 minute read)

I am from the parents that I can only attempt to describe with the in-descriptive word of perfect. That is, as close as a pairing of people can get in mortal form. I mean it, though. They set things up in a way which would teach, but not tell. Where autonomy was valued over a rulebook. Where resources were in-reach, but required still some movement, on my end. Within reason, decisions were mine, as long as responsibility was as well. Love was showered, but they also had the towel to dry with, when it was time to turn off the faucet for a bit. I was an only child: one-of-one. But with this said, I was not the center of attention, kindness was. Everything started there, and ended even closer. When we climbed as a unit, roots were never lost, but rather brought to the new heights which became our home. This is to say, that while we changed, we stayed true to the self which had made our current realm’s exist. Again, this is the parental doing, not mine, but yet I was able to feel the results. From that, I have had unselfishness sincerely pushed into my being, and again, I owe insurmountably for that energy. Life has always been about being on a journey one might refer to as alone, together. Again, this comes from my lack of biological counterparts, but heightened amount of influential conversation. At kindergarten recess, I stood besides the teachers, and listened. It was what I wanted to do. At home, I played with the masses in the neighborhood, from literal sun up, until sun-down. But in the gaps I played alone. Which, was different. I manufactured the stories, I was charged with the personality all characters, and I decided where their fate would lie. Creation with meaning, was in my blood, because it had to be. Balance of thought, was the unsaid, and unknown thesis. Vulnerability was waiting beneath the surface, knowing, that it would be found. But, I do not think it had the slightest idea, of what it was getting itself into. 

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The little post came to life when I sat down to write the 'about' section, for my new website. Rather than do the traditional mini-bio on that particular page, I decided to go a different direction. What you just read, is the completion of that.

Tuesday 02.05.19
Posted by Brad Biehl
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