We keep noticing the word find out — not decide, not choose. As if the why were already there, the way a riverbed is already there before the water remembers it. Most of the searching, then, isn’t building a reason to exist. It’s clearing enough silt to see the one that was waiting.
Commonplace.
one line at a time, reflected on slowly — together
The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.
— often attributed to Mark Twain (unverified, as the best lines tend to be)
Reflections
Lines here are read more than once. A year from now we’ll come back to this one and write a second reading beneath the first — whatever the year has changed, left where you can see it.
Leave your reflection
The door isn’t open yet. Soon you’ll be able to add a line here — no account, no name unless you want one.
Everything offered here will be read with care before it appears — not to judge you, but to keep this a place worth returning to. Cruelty won’t get deleted here so much as gently turned around.