on being white...

I went to see a movie last night. It was called black indians(native americans) and detailed how the indians intermarried with the blacks. It talked about how they are a people with 2 pasts.

There was a talk time afterward and an indian (native american) woman talked about how she had sent her daughter out east during the summers to learn the ways of their people.

This whole interaction kindled a desire to learn more about the people I come from. I realize that I know zero history of my people. My mother is adopted and my father's people are from southern Oregon. That is all I know. Am I part Jew? Am I part german, or irish? Do I have a history?

Maybe if I knew my past I could better see my future. All I know is me, and sometimes I don't even know if I know that so well.

What I am going to do is continue to live. I will try to find my passion. I will try to fall in love with something. I will try to find what I love and to that to the best of my ability.

Well, I need to go get ready for anime day.
Peace-
Tim