Lost and Found
Malgosia... A long lost friend returns I have spent a lot of time and effort in my life looking for traces of my past lost in the fog of passing years. I don't know why I do it, most people are just content to let it go. Still, I suppose my personal philosophy that we are the compendium of our experiences has had something to do with it. I think that every challenge, sadness and joy that life has thrown at us makes us who we are as a person. I think in some ways I am constantly undergoing a state of personal re-evaluation as I look back and trace the scattered lines of my mind in an attempt to find sense and consistency that likely doesn't exist. While this may be true, it doesn't stop me from trying. I think I also harbor the hope that in some ways those that have been formative or developmental in some way have felt the same about me. That the feeling was mutual. Sometimes I have peered behind the curtain of the past simply to say goodbye in a way I never di