1.5 years later...

Almost a year and a half later, here I am re-visiting the pages of my past. It is almost as if I cannot bear to write another page of memories for fear of washing out all that had transpired. But by-gones must remain by-gones if we are to live continually in the present. The journey has been tough, insightful, delightful and sometimes painful, but thats not the point. The point is, it has not ended. The parables and stories in our lives do not conclude until we leave this world, and there is hope for a bend in the river. As in all stories, we should expect the unexpected, because we are not really the author of our own lives, are we?