In Italian, when a baby is born, you say that he is brought to the light. Last Friday, my brother's wife Dawn had a baby boy, my very first nephew. His name is Julian Ashby Lancia. I haven't seen pictures of him, but I can assure you with dogged ignorance that he is the most beautiful baby in the world so far.
So I'm very proud to be the auntie of baby Julian, and the whole 9-month long episode has got me thinking about my responsibilities towards those who come after us. In a way, it's strange to be 23 and thinking about your mortality and posterity, because there's still such a long way to go, one hopes. But I still want to be the best damn aunt the world has ever known, and I want to leave the world better than when I was brought to the light. Very subjective, to be sure, but a cause that is greater than wanting to be rich and famous (according to a recent survey, the stated life's goal of most people my age). And who knows, when you break down boundaries of acceptable thinking, you are left with a whole new world of possibility.
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