“It’s your road and yours alone, others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.”
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
Where do you want to be?
Who do you want to be all along the way? You? Or someone not quite you? Is it possible to live a life that is not really our authentically own but somewhat of a distortion? A misleading impression? Egos demand attention and constant boosting. Masks hide, marking us less genuine. Will your insides be congruent with your outsides?
“The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?” Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
I’ve been remembering my childhood friend Tillie and wondering how she is.
I miss her.
I met Tillie, short for Matilda, Hunsdorfer when she was about twelve.
I was about twelve too.
Tillie became one of my favorite friends. She was quiet and thoughtful. She got teased a lot at school. I think one of her only other friends was her science teacher, Mr. Goodman. He gave Tillie a pet rabbit. She named him Peter. Peter was her friend too. An especially comforting one.