Come to Life

I wonder where I began. I'm looking outside my window right now considering possible futures for my life but really what I am DOING is marveling at the golden glow of a late afternoon sun glinting off the boughs of a tree outside my window.

When I was young, a teenager living at my parent's home, there was a tree outside my window. I remember taking naps and slowly opening my eyes, no rush or time tables simply waking, and I saw that tree just like I see this tree only this tree doesn't seem so big as that one.

Maybe that's a metaphor for growing up, or maybe that tree was just bigger.

Sometimes life is like that, you don't really know if it is a metaphor or if its real. I mean we all know there are mysteries and questions and a thousand untold tales, but underneath all that is there truth, surety, a concrete foundation that will never crumble? Somehow I think all of our human philosophies fall far short of reaching into the murky unknown. So maybe we humans are better off sticking to the empirical truths of our world.

But what of our spirits? I would argue that all natural systems are more than the sum of their parts. I would say that this person that I am is more than just a collection of biochemical signals and neurological connections. A helium atom is greater than a proton and a neutron. A strand of DNA is greater than whatever collection of atoms it make it up. Life is exponential.

So if we are going to understand ourselves don't we have to search through the murky unknown, that place where all our attempts become feeble and grasp at what we truly are? It is here that my love for stories springs to life. In stories we find the substance our minds need to grasp hold of imaginary worlds. It is here that inner change can be transformed into our real life. This is where I began. I began with the search for my own story. I hope you find it.