Blurry reflections

I have a big family like those people that Grandma had more than 10 children and because of this has many thousands wathever how many uncles and cousins ​​million, but I have four living grandparents. How about that? My paternal grandparents - Rita and Lecy, and my maternal grandparents - Regina and Éldio. All of them with their health problems, but vivinhos well.

In my habit of watching, I realized that some of my mannerisms and characteristics are heritable. My grandmother is Rita craze sit and stare pros feet, just like me; Éldio doting grandfather to complain when you're madly angry at something or someone, just like me, my grandfather Lecy is addicted to music, being able to pass an entire day listening, just like me; doting grandmother Regina to write whatever she thinks is important to remember, even though she never again go read what he wrote, just like me. My quick way to ride Rita comes from my grandmother and my father, but my bruised strong Éldio comes from my grandfather, my stubbornness comes from my mother and my grandfather Éldio. My look is a mix of strange Portuguese, Germans, Indians, Italians, Africans and Spaniards who gave more or less certain (not sure how). My ass has exaggerated my grandmother Regina, my eyebrow failed Éldio comes from my grandfather, my father has a signal between the chest like me, my feet are much like my mother, as well as the broad back, and my nose potato has ancient origins in a part of my family by the father, who starts for me by my grandfather Lecy, even if the potato it is bigger than mine.

Within all of these inherited traits, I wonder if anyone is actually able to be original. I mean, besides being "hereditary", also are largely products of the environment we live in, then, does anyone have any characteristic? We're like a cake batter that was baked in several different molds. Is it?

At the same time that I see so many similarities, can’t escape from my eyes that I can be completely different from my family in many other ways and perhaps for this reason that no one ever understood my head very well. I'm confused, there is much to be said about me, as the journey of self-knowledge never ends and I have been fully aware of this and they do not, we are left with a lack of subject often. I've always been a precocious in most things, and this is another thing that they never liked ... My individuality and desire to be independent since childhood, has always bothered. But that's how a family should be, right? Each united by similarities, and duly recognized as unique human beings by their differences. If we are only reflections, reflections are blurred, because that is often blurry show everybody how each of us is unique and special in their own way. Each human being with free will, qualities, defects and similarities connected by a common feeling: love.