My father was never an avid fisherman, and neither am I. Or should I say, SO neither am I? It seems like most of my friends that are really into it, had fathers that were, too. It makes me wonder if they really find fishing so alluring, or is it about fond memories of quality time with their fathers alone in a boat together?
When you realize that many of your likes and dislikes were actually chosen for you by someone else, you may feel at a loss at just who you are. Am I my father? My Mother? Who am I?
And that’s where the quote by Oscar Wilde comes in, about who to be. It’s one of my favorites; it hits me like a zen koan:
Everyone else is
–Photo/art by me