My father is a philosopher, an artist, a counsellor, but more than anything else, a teacher.
My mother is a business woman, a realist, a survivalist, but more than anything else, a teacher.
I was taught by my father but raised by my mother.
My father spent much of his free time teaching me how to do things, firmly believing that there is no right way or wrong way, only your own way. He taught me to be morally sound, but encouraged me never to forsake my own individuality for anyone. He taught me that people are defined by the way they lead their life, but many don't know how.
My mother made me bear witness to her every move on a financial platform. She instilled in me the knowledge to know when I'm living beyond my means and when I'm pressured into assimilating into a level of society I cannot afford. She, whether intentionally or not, taught me to want, taught me to crave and strive to satisfy my cravings.
I am society's opportunist.
Fueled by my desire to fulfill my wants in life, armed with the knowledge to see things that others may not.
I am my father's son, and my mother's prodigy.
