Life is a vast collection of memories. Some of them good and some of them bad. All of them floating together in the river of our life's. They bump against each other in this vast undefined current heading to a destination unknown.
Some of them occasionally get hung up and caught on branches, stuck there bobbing in the current. Forever to be revisited. The only thing current in this river of life are the memories, everything else is a constantly changing geography.
The people we are and the people we will become are determined by these memories, these pieces of driftwood swirling in the current.
We can take these pieces of driftwood and shape them into something beautiful beyond reproach or we can lose everything we are, everything we were and everything we could be.
Our potential lies in these pieces of driftwood, what becomes of them and us is our decision.
Some of them occasionally get hung up and caught on branches, stuck there bobbing in the current. Forever to be revisited. The only thing current in this river of life are the memories, everything else is a constantly changing geography.
The people we are and the people we will become are determined by these memories, these pieces of driftwood swirling in the current.
We can take these pieces of driftwood and shape them into something beautiful beyond reproach or we can lose everything we are, everything we were and everything we could be.
Our potential lies in these pieces of driftwood, what becomes of them and us is our decision.
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