This may sound like some existential question about humanity and man's purpose... Trust me, it is not. Since my earliest memories, this is a question that I have carried around. In certain ways, it, this question, has given a melancholy sheen to some of my  memories.  But it wasn't a crisis of purpose, it truly was the simplest of questions. 

"Why am I here?" In this state? In this city? Within this family? That was the question I asked as a kid. A question I could literally feel. A question I had that I didn't even know how to give voice to. In many ways, it's the search of the answer, that has led to these conversations. 

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