"I don't know whether you can look at your past and find,
woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map,
the path that will point to your final destination."
Jodi Picoult
It is often said life is like a tapestry with various colors and textures running through it. It would be interesting if we could examine the weave and detect which colored texture was the wild and crazy one running sporadically throughout the entire piece.
Somewhat the same can be accomplished by harvesting our journals. As we go back through our own long ago writings, we are reminded consistently of certain behaviors and accompanied emotions. We find our motivation if often sincere, and yet when we enable, we rob the other of a needed experience and we become discouraged by our own lack of success.
It is interesting to pick up old books read so many years ago, remembering them in a certain way or a particular admired quality. And yet, as we browse through the book, it my have lost the original tug we experienced as life has moved us through layers of multiple experiences. Words stay the same, and colors do not change. We are the ones who are forever changing and all of the rest are just book marks along the way.
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