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Everyone is different. No, we are not the same. However, we all bare common the gift of humanity and some the curse of ancestral chains. Most of my life I believed there must be something wrong with me. I couldn’t think a positive thought. I couldn’t break free from the messages I had been fed through my roots, before any early memory. I always just thought well maybe everyone in my family is poisoned and bad, but we were all just making do with the chains our past ancestors had built and attached. I always felt less than never enough, but those were never my feelings. It was the infected soil and environment in which I had grown up. No one ever believed such a far past lived history, could still have relevancy. But it did, because it was trying to suffocate me. So, I decided I would break free. Even if I do not get to reap the benefits living, at least I know my daughter will get to see a life full of endless possibilities. Replanting with my healed seeds so all future legacies will be able to root in soil that supports growth, love and community. Never feeling like a burden on humanity because some ancestor planted their fear and anger, which rooted and clung onto my family tree. So like the Dandelions as they change, they leave behind seeds that turn into seedlings which grow more weeds. Without the wind the seeds would not spread to grow. Humans, need a bit of force to thrive. Still we need to keep old beliefs in the past as they will poison our new roots preventing healthy life. Everyone is different but some may find we share the same want and that is to live purposefully and experience life.

By Sierra Mazzucca