There are few things in the world that are as valuable as our memories. Some linger under the surface, constantly there to remind us of the good, or bad times that make us who and what we are.
Others lie deeper, hidden, waiting for the chance encounter, These memories wait, until the chance encounter with that trip wire that pulls them from the depths with raw jagged power. These are not the memories worn smooth from constant use, these memories instead tear us out of our rut, they carry us back in time to feel the raw pain of loss , regret, or simply smack us with the hard reality that we were once that person. We caused that pain, that hurt.
Others wash over us with warmth and joy. They make laugh out loud, smile with the knowledge that life is worth living and we have lived it with a vigor that is deserving of the blessing of life. These memories will give us a bittersweet joy that is best savored before we let them fade.
As for me, I find that few of the paths not taken call to me from the deep, instead they give me a warm sense of satisfaction, they let me revel in the paths taken, the friends known and loved, the goals achieved and the love of those who have surrounded me. The greatest blessing I would bestow on any fellow traveler in this world is that they can find the same comfort in in the paths taken as they look on the memories as a solid path leading forward to the future when they become our lessons, and our guideposts. They give the contrast for us to measure and define the good and the bad within us, Who we were and who we are. The most fortunate bit of all of this is that these guideposts can serve to guide us in who we become, what are the paths we will take.
To all my friends that have led to me to today and held my hand from beside me or from a thousand miles away, I love you and thank you.