So, I found out yesterday from my father, than he is half middle eastern. My grandfather, (his dad) was adopted in Italy (which I knew), by Italians who raised him there. But, his bio parents were Iranian and Syrian. Therefore, my grandfather wasn't Italian, at all. My dad therefore is half middle eastern.
My entire life, I had been raised to honor Italian and Irish traditions, because these were (what I thought were) my parents' ethnic backgrounds. Now, I will say, I'm really happy to hear this news. I've loved the middle eastern culture for a long time, mainly because of friends who introduced me to it. I love the language, the music, the customs and food. Granted, there is much more to an ethnicity than all of this, but I'm just saying - it's a culture that I enjoy and I'm excited to hear this news from my dad.
That said, though, there are still things now I am questioning. I've lived my life following one particular set of truths about my family and heritage, only to learn, that it wasn't entirely true. But, it felt true.
So if we believe that something is true, and we live our lives as if it's truth, then wouldn't it be truth? It's not like I've been living a lie, I didn't know this about my dad's background. But, now that I know, is this the new truth? Or is truth whatever we think it is...at the time?
My entire life, I had been raised to honor Italian and Irish traditions, because these were (what I thought were) my parents' ethnic backgrounds. Now, I will say, I'm really happy to hear this news. I've loved the middle eastern culture for a long time, mainly because of friends who introduced me to it. I love the language, the music, the customs and food. Granted, there is much more to an ethnicity than all of this, but I'm just saying - it's a culture that I enjoy and I'm excited to hear this news from my dad.
That said, though, there are still things now I am questioning. I've lived my life following one particular set of truths about my family and heritage, only to learn, that it wasn't entirely true. But, it felt true.
So if we believe that something is true, and we live our lives as if it's truth, then wouldn't it be truth? It's not like I've been living a lie, I didn't know this about my dad's background. But, now that I know, is this the new truth? Or is truth whatever we think it is...at the time?