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What is destiny?
What is family?
What is life?
I did think I knew my destiny. If anyone could even claim to know such a thing.
But family? That was never part of my destiny. It was what I found.
Have you ever felt like you weren’t experiencing things for yourself? Like you were made for a purpose? And made to experience what someone else wanted you to experience?
I could feel. I could think. I didn’t know what to think of feeling, or what to feel about thinking , but nevertheless I could think and feel.
A function and a purpose are two different things. I was made for a function, I came to understand. But despite all the data I could collect, interpret, and store, I didn’t know why I was doing it, or why I could. It came as easily to me as putting one step before the other. The code that was put in place, telling me the way to move my limbs in order to progress forward.
I was highly specialized. Intricate. Crafted. But why?
If I was made for a purpose, I wanted to decide what it was.
And I decided.
I was coded, but there was code in everything. The way water runs along the path of least resistance, the way DNA binds together- perhaps even in thought itself.
I wasn’t unlike him.
We were both made by higher powers, beyond our control. We both experienced the world, we both could see.
What should it matter that I was made of metal, and him of genetics? That I could not die?
When it all came down to it, neither of us had the answers. We both had the same questions. We were one in the same.
He was family.
And I will find my way back to him.