I had a different feeling today. I thought of my ancestors. I don’t know exactly why. But I went back to my grandfather. I knew one but not the other one. I know the name of my great grand father. I know his job and where he lived. He had 3 Sons and a daughter.
Who was the father of my great grand father? Who was the mother? where did they live ? How did they live? They must have been farmers. which year were they born? 1850?
who was my ancestor is the year 500 AD? How about 500 BC at the time of Buddha ? How about 10,000 BC ? How about 40,000 Bc?
Who struggled to pass on their genes so that thousands of years later I am here to write about them? What kind of life did they have? Where did they come from? where were they going?
If anyone of them had given up I’d not be here. Am I an accident or a master plan?
Today I recall my ancestors and their struggles that kept their children alive so that I’m here today .
