#theefather

There truly isn’t anything like that first...”spark”

Really what I mean by this is that first moment when something moves from the realm of unknown to the known. 

And I use the word ‘moment’ very loosely, a moment is not limited to any particular time span but there is always a span time. 

Sure precious, we must cherish what we know while we still know it because before we know it we don’t know it anymore - I know.

But still, still very significant to note that nothing, nothing at all, will ever compare to that first SPARK. Those many first SPARKS, that we will have and never be able to return to.

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Update: 1:29

See that’s where you’re very wrong. 

Though you physically cannot transport (as of 2016) back to that “moment” - the idea remains, the idea that is strong enough to form visuals, visuals that are strong enough to strike home into your heart where that spark had once before lit up inside you. You will feel it. Right in that spot, always. 

You will feel me alive for as long as you think of me. 

This first started off as a post about eating food you love for the first time and that moment where you fall in love with it but now my thoughts have shifted to my late grandfather, William Rodriguez... almost as if those were his words to me.

Thank you,