Saturday, June 24, 2000
I'm struggling to find the truth. My Truth.
Each day I get up and go out, and I find another small part of myself. Sometimes I find it in the sunrise on my way to work. Sometimes it's in the look from a
nameless face in a crowded mall. Sometimes it's ugly. Sometimes it's nice. Ultimately, all of these pieces must fill this space I call Me.
It seems the more I look the more I find. When I stay aware of my circumstances, I find pieces of me. Even in my darkest hour, when I shut out the world, I find
pieces of me there too.
I have started to realise, over the last few years, that my life is a process of discovery. I am discovering me. And you. And the world around us.
Every piece of me exists right now. Some I have discovered. Some I have yet to find. Somewhere out there, someone holds yet another small part of me. Somewhere
in the future we will meet. If I am aware that you might be there, then I will find what you have to give me.
I have something for you too. Perhaps your being here, right now, is no coincidence. Perhaps, as you walk with me, something I share with you will be a part of
you too. Ultimately, we are all guiding each other. Passively or actively, with fervour or in silence. Everything we think affects how we feel, and therefore what we say and do. Our behaviour
affects our surrounds, and the people we meet. These people react to what we do, and therefore affect others.
Our actions are like ripples in the pond of life. And we often don't even know the extent to which we've impacted the world.
We are powerful, you and I.