hidden treasures
I just had one of those completely [insert one of far too many adjectives to describe how I felt at that instant] moments where I realized what I’m really working toward and what is truly important to me. It knocked me on my ass to say the least.
I have had in my possession a picture that was given to me a long time ago and has traveled with me everywhere. It’s something I look at almost every day and I treasure very much. It was given to me as a gift and was already in the frame when I received it. It occurred to me today that I have never taken the photo out of the frame. I undid the clasps in the back and, sure enough, there was a message from the person who gave it to me, written all of those years ago.
I was overcome with something I have never felt before.
After the shock wore off I just thought it so strange how a message can be completely derailed from being sent, but still deliver just as much of a punch no matter how late it arrives. I guess that’s the beauty, as well as curse, of the human mind and time’s impact on emotion.
