A thought.

I can see my past as something separate from myself now.  There is nothing bad about it, whatsoever; it is what it is in the truest sense.

All the experiences up to right now have shaped my life, I would not be who I am today if not for the hurts and joys I’ve lived.  It’s cliche but true, utterly true.

We are blocks of sandstone being rubbed up against one another.  We shape each other.  We sculpt each other.  Works of art created by We.

I wonder what I’ll look like when I’m done.