Life is made up of the people we meet and the things we experience, recalled one by one. The beautiful moments and the sorrowful ones all flow into the river of life, receding into the distance with the passage of time... Yet they settle deep in the soul, gathering to form the person we become. I might as well open the floodgates of memory and let the people from my life slowly rise in my mind. With lips seasoned by the years, I can savor the vintage I have kept deep in my heart. I can lose myself here, searching for the truest version of who I might be.
