Since my last post, I've gotten older.
The last few months, I've felt more of a calm; a sureness within my own skin, but it's not from me. Good things; unexpected things are happening every day, and I'm trying to be grateful and thankful for each moment, as it comes. I do not know what the next minute holds, but I wait in poised expectation for the gift contained.
today I thought about perspective, and how each person has their own account/bent to events, and yet, in each, there is a measure of truth to be found. Some shine out, and some are ugly and dull, blending in, and lie deep, surrounded in opinion, waiting to be discovered...