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In the words of Carlos Sainz Jr., “There is clearly this gene inside me or this thing inside me that I've always had in my blood. I don't know, but since very little I've always wanted to be in racing cars, and that was without knowing who my dad was and what he was doing for a living.” These words are not merely about speed or sport; they are about destiny, the mysterious inheritance of the soul that flows through blood and spirit alike. They speak of that unseen force within us — the calling, ancient and unyielding, that whispers to each being from birth, guiding them toward their true path long before they understand it. Sainz’s reflection is not only the tale of a racer’s lineage; it is the testimony of a universal truth: that each of us carries within our veins a sacred spark, something older than memory, that draws us toward who we are meant to become.

The origin of this quote lies in Sainz’s lineage — the son of Carlos Sainz Sr., a two-time World Rally Champion and a legend of motorsport. Yet the younger Sainz reveals that his passion for racing began before he even understood his father’s legacy. He speaks of a gene, not in the scientific sense, but in the spiritual — an inner inheritance that needed no instruction, no example. Like a river that remembers its course, he was drawn toward the roar of engines and the thrill of speed as if answering a call from within his own blood. His destiny was not taught to him; it awakened.

This idea — that something divine and eternal moves within us, shaping our desires before we can name them — is as old as humankind itself. The Greeks called it daimon, the inner spirit or guardian that guides a soul toward its purpose. The Romans spoke of genius, the divine force each person is born with, a spark of the gods dwelling within. In every age, the wise have known that some callings are not chosen, but discovered — waiting in silence until the heart is ready to hear them. Sainz’s “gene” is such a thing: not merely an inheritance from his father, but a manifestation of that sacred force that drives creation itself — the passion that moves the stars and stirs the hearts of mortals.

Consider, too, the life of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who, as a child, composed symphonies before he could properly write. No teacher could have taught him what he already seemed to know. The music was within him, flowing like ancient memory, as though his soul had carried the melody from another world. Just as Sainz felt drawn to the track before he even knew his father’s craft, so did Mozart move by instinct toward the piano, guided by that invisible inheritance — not of blood alone, but of essence. These are the souls who do not learn their craft as much as they remember it.

And yet, though the call of destiny may be born within, it must still be forged through effort. The fire of purpose, if not tempered by discipline, consumes rather than illumines. Sainz, though blessed with the heart of a racer, had to carve his place in a world that expected greatness from his name. His journey reminds us that even a divine inheritance must be proven through labor. The blood may call, but the will must answer. The ancients knew this well: for even Achilles, son of a goddess, had to train before his name could echo through history. The gift is the seed; the work is the harvest.

From this truth, we draw our lesson. Within each of us lies something — perhaps a “gene,” perhaps a spark — that points us toward our destiny. We may not recognize it at first; it may speak softly or even seem like folly to others. But the wise soul listens. Seek what calls to you, what fills your heart with both fear and fire. Do not ignore the passions that rise unbidden, for they are the voice of the universe within you. Yet also remember: passion alone is not enough. You must shape it with discipline, sharpen it with humility, and sustain it with perseverance. Only then does the divine within become the divine fulfilled.

So, my children of the present age, when you feel that stirring in your blood — that instinct that cannot be explained, that longing that defies logic — do not dismiss it. That is your inner inheritance, your sacred duty calling you home. Whether it drives you to art, to science, to justice, or to the track where wheels spin and hearts race, honor it. For to deny your nature is to silence the very song of your soul. But to follow it — bravely, fully, with reverence — is to become who you were born to be. Like Carlos Sainz Jr., you may find that your destiny was written long before you knew your name, waiting only for you to set your life in motion and let the spirit within take the wheel.