Ages ago, when I was a pup, I had no idea what life was about. Today, at 38, I still have no idea about life. But priorities evolve, as does life, and we turn out sometimes completely differently than we set out to be. But as I've said before, we are simply what we have lived, what we have experienced. We take those pieces and make them our own, and then those pieces meld and become one. And we are individually, whats left. Hopefully for you, thats a complete picture of the human existence that you created, lived, loved and died for. But tonight I'm thinking of those pieces. Not each piece of the puzzle, just all of them. I have a theory for them, I hope I do that theory justice.
We all learned in geology or science class as kids that when stones or pebbles are left in water, over time, the edges become smooth and rounded. And these stones, when in a river, brook or in the great ocean itself, become part of the fabric that IS the ocean or river. And my thought is that every person, every conversation, every experience that I can remember in my life, has become a pebble, a rock or a stone, or even a boulder. This is the bedrock of the river of my life.
As a kid, I dealt with all the things I should've. There was friendship, and sports, and parents and girls and trouble. This list goes on. But inspite of all those things, I've made my way to here, to today, to right now. mmmmmmmmmmmm Sometimes the river of my life smooths the little rocks into pebbles, sometimes the boulders take years to break down, to become part of the path that is my life. Some of the boulders will always be there, and the river might run its course around them. The boulders in my life will always be there. The bottoms of which have been worn smooth, and have adjusted to the waters of my life. They have become part of the flow, and the things that rub against them, when the waters are rough tend to smooth the sides of those boulders a bit. But no matter what, the boulders will always be there. The little stones have grown smaller, almost familial, and the water flows over it most freely. And thats not to say that the smaller things have less impact on my life, just have become easier to sculpt, for me, into what i need them to be. and the boulders remain protruding from the water as markers that remind me never to forget these big things. They are part of me, part of my river. And the little things will lose their individual meanings and purposes as they grow smoother under the current of my life, but they will always be there for what they were meant to be...to help shape the overall feeling, or theme of my life.
We all learned in geology or science class as kids that when stones or pebbles are left in water, over time, the edges become smooth and rounded. And these stones, when in a river, brook or in the great ocean itself, become part of the fabric that IS the ocean or river. And my thought is that every person, every conversation, every experience that I can remember in my life, has become a pebble, a rock or a stone, or even a boulder. This is the bedrock of the river of my life.
As a kid, I dealt with all the things I should've. There was friendship, and sports, and parents and girls and trouble. This list goes on. But inspite of all those things, I've made my way to here, to today, to right now. mmmmmmmmmmmm Sometimes the river of my life smooths the little rocks into pebbles, sometimes the boulders take years to break down, to become part of the path that is my life. Some of the boulders will always be there, and the river might run its course around them. The boulders in my life will always be there. The bottoms of which have been worn smooth, and have adjusted to the waters of my life. They have become part of the flow, and the things that rub against them, when the waters are rough tend to smooth the sides of those boulders a bit. But no matter what, the boulders will always be there. The little stones have grown smaller, almost familial, and the water flows over it most freely. And thats not to say that the smaller things have less impact on my life, just have become easier to sculpt, for me, into what i need them to be. and the boulders remain protruding from the water as markers that remind me never to forget these big things. They are part of me, part of my river. And the little things will lose their individual meanings and purposes as they grow smoother under the current of my life, but they will always be there for what they were meant to be...to help shape the overall feeling, or theme of my life.
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