It is weird when my mother asks me the same questions that I have on my mind. It is even weirder that her son has no answers for her nor for himself. Maybe this inquisitive mind runs in the family, from my mother to me. Perhaps I should learn to be more like my father. He has this uncanny ability to do things that would leave me puzzled for a moment, but later on marvel at how he actually subconciously predicts the future and drop me hints about what to do through his small little actions and words. Subtlety, that's the key.
This feels like 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42..
