Give you my dying love and my soon-to-awaken persistence,
Give you the strength that I can't control and the weakness that I can't escape,
Giving you my innate genius and increasing stupidity.
Give you my turbulent soul, stubbornly surrounding you.
Until it enters the sea, until it merges into the world.
Give you my memories of my ancestors and how they lived.
I speak to you, I speak to the wind, I speak to the sea, I speak to them.
I call our history growth.
Purpose: Growth begins with connections with others and ends with deep introspection.