It’s so easy to forget that we are just a blip in time. That what we do is both significant and miniscule. Living out our dreams, making the world and the few people we know in it happier because we are here, matters. And yet, in the big picture, so much of it doesn’t matter.
As I was driving the other day it struck me, how early on in my life I knew myself. The hopes, dreams, aspirations, the core of me, is not much different than it was when I was nine or ten. Yet so many aspects have taken me decades to accept, to acknowledge, to trust. And this is still an ongoing process.