Every year on my birthday I am given advice, openly and obviously, from significant people in my life. It has been sort of a tradition. This year, being away from my original home, I was unable to receive advice like I had in the past. But it still came, just in different forms: from a friend at work, on a birthday card, from a phone call and irrelevant conversation, and from absence of few people who I love so much. It was every day experiences that held underlying meanings that regularly I would not have noticed. Only because it was my birthday did I pay so much more attention.
It is that attention that I know I must hold onto. That focus to see more than what is there, because so often do we just view through our eyes and not also through our brains and hearts. Without that attention we become clumsy with what is delicate... and I cannot let things become a mess. My tests are small, but I must get through them. There is so much capacity to be filled.
Maybe I'm just talking gibberish now, but I hope you understand a bit. I have come to a personal understanding- I have come so close to making the connection- and I hope so much that I able to hold onto that connection and see it through. Maybe it is selfish, but I don't think so. Finding one's self is so tricky sometimes, and I want so deeply to know who I am.