A Moment of Clarification.

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Most recently, it was the low hum of my car, the smell of freshly fallen rain and a certain song that took me on a trip to a time past...

A combination of senses created my visceral, out-of-body experience.

When I came back to, I saw how far I've come. How I grew. How things around had changed. I was proud, but at the same time, I began to long for a simpler time. For, at this moment, I felt a small hole in my heart. A void gone unfilled for what seemed to be from a different lifetime...

I go back to so many different times. Happy, sad, mad. I long, I smile, I laugh, I get mad, I get sad. I think about what I did right. What I wished I did. What I should have did.

But then I realize why I didn't. I'm not a perfect person, nor will I ever be. Yet, it all leads to being the best possible person I can be. I learn. Every experience is a brick that goes into the building of something great. Sometimes this thing is torn down, and I'm forced to build it back up. The best part is, I always start with more bricks than the last time. And I always have those I love to lend a hand, assist me as I assist them in the building of our lives. Sometimes you have more help, other times you have less. People come. People go. Sometimes, They Come Back.

A study discovered people can still read a passage if all the letters of a word, except the first and the last, were scrambled.

Why did I write the first passage as such?

So many times in life we don't know what's happening. We question why we do it at all. We begin to wonder if there's a point.

When you are in the midst of all of it, it can seem like chaos. Everything is scrambled, and you don't know what to make of it.

Then you finally begin to see the big picture, but only a part of it, because it is always growing. The questions from days past all lead to answers which formed the questions we have today. The unfinished projects. And the answers we find tomorrow for the questions we have now will only lead to more questions. All we have for support is each other.

So let the battle rage on. We all fight different battles, we all have an assortment of causes. We have allies and enemies for each of these. We fight using a multitude of different weaponry. When it comes down to it we are all searching for answers, the mortar to our brick. To build our little Slice of Paradise, our little Piece of Heaven. To create our Chronicle. Out of all, I find the greatest weapon, the greatest answer, to be...

Love.
Find what you love and do it always. Love those who mean something to you always. Do what you love, and do it honestly.

This is when things unscramble for me. I realize I must follow my heart, and I will find the answers.