I am from...me

I have read the meme on some other blogs a while ago and then forgotten about it. gf didn't and posted hers some days ago. Here's my version.

I am from a father who grew up thinking perfection meant bending everything to his liking. I was taught that perfection is something set by others and for me to achieve. Distance made our hearts grow fonder and we now get along better than we ever thought we would.

I am from a mother who can't seem to find her own song and harmonises the world around her.
I am also from a mother, who knows patience inside out and keeps calm when others around her explode. It's not pretty where her patience ends.

I am from grandparents made of jealousy, hatred, fear and spite. They wore their masks convincingly during my childhood, they start to come off only now.

I am from a sister who I perceived as an intruder most of her life. I'm glad she grew up and let those 6 and a half years shrink to bits.

I am from a substance that grew on me, fucked me over and spit me out again. It taught me well and I can't seem to forge the lesson to my benefit somehow.

I am from logic and analysis. I am from either 1 or 0, isn't life simple that way?

I am from given up chances and lessons learned, from talents unused and skills reproduced.

I am from a list of jobs that led me where I am today, which taught me that I can always come back to this if my dreams don't work out.

I am from sound that pulled me in and never let me go again. From a concert gone sour, which only made me crave my dream even harder.