Not random
Feeling deep can make us see patterns in what others call randomness, which can be awesomely confusing, or even confusingly awesome!
A loose sequence of unimposing memories of mine started to look like they belong to a hidden pattern leading my way out of the dark, leading me step by step on my way into becoming someone better. Someone who can start a conversation, who can connect people, not just dots…
Here is a little poem to reflect upon this.
A ragged book of memories
The brain of mine
seemed to me
like a photo album…
