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My mom had this annoying habit of saying she prays that all her children will one day become “somebody”. She may have meant well yet I couldn’t help but feel extremely pressured and slightly insulted. Wasn’t I already somebody?
Years later I’d come to understand both the merits and futility of accomplishments. In the end our monuments crumble yet despite this satisfaction can still be experienced in our moments of triumph.
This blog serves as one such monument. A digital handprint if you will. A statement that echoes the same sentiment our ancestors may have had in their works of art; I was here.
https://billyjuste.org
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