Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.

My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.