On being me.
Have you ever wondered how you got to the place you are?
Pretty soon you’re retracing the steps of your life, back through memories like
pages in a book, or a film I guess.
It could be as simple as being introduced to a new person
that eventually becomes a lifelong friend or mate (or both). It could be more
intricate, events that are woven deep into the fabric of life like exposing
your kids to art, music and stories. It is only through the passing of all the
everyday’s when suddenly you realize that they are now exposing music and art
and their own stories to you.
I have friends that can do things I can never do but their
passion only inspires me to be better. Friends that have come and gone, friends
that I can only see on vacations, friends that are friends no matter how much
time passes without anything and friendships that destructed from saying the
wrong things. I would like to say sorry for my part in those, I’m not always
gentle and occasionally have a hot tongue.
How did I get here, to the place or rather the person I am
now? Seems like a simple question compared with asking why am I here and yet the
answer is as elusive. I guess I’ll just keep doing what I do and see how the
story ends.
