08/12/14 | Words to ponder

• Life,I have learned is made up of memories. Good times,bad times,hard times….it all makes up who we are. All throughout my life,I have been picking up pieces of who I am. As soon as I think I have found myself,I find another piece that fits into my life. So I wonder,do we ever find ourselves? Do we ever find the complete us? Or do we just keep walking through life,making memories,and finding pieces of ourselves. It is kind of like we are a puzzle,and all the pieces won't be put together until the end. Is that how life is? Do we only find ourselves one moment at a time? Will we only be complete when we come to the end? If that is how it is suppose to be,I can't say I hate it. I have enjoyed finding myself. Each time I find another piece of myself,I get such a feeling of excitement. If I get to go through life finding that feeling,over and over,I can't say that it's a bad thing. In fact,I think it makes life that much better.