Ponderings from the Bitter End

So I sit, at the bitter end. I have had so many thoughts that I have wanted to share in the last couple weeks, but words have not been my friend to articulate them. I have thoughts on nearly everything pertaining to my life, but they are fragmented and there does not seem to be a link of coherence to all of them. But here goes a bunny trail, follow if you like :)

I think that the best way to learn something interesting about someone is to ask them about where they grew up. This is always a loaded question that can be responded to for hours. Where can turn into how, and with who, and then there are the whys behind all of that. A question of "where have you come from" can be discussed for hours, days or even a lifetime. It can be interpreted in multitudes of different ways. It can bring pride and it can bring tears.

But I think that the question of "where have you come from" is also one that you should ask yourself, and dialogue about with yourself. Consider this, could someone else answer that question better then you could? I think that this is a valuable thing to dedicate much of your own meditation to. To look back and see where you came from, to see where you have been. I think that you can appreciate your life a lot by looking back, and that you can know better who you are and where you are going.

So I extend this question to you, and if you want to comment back your answer I would love to read it, but if not I challenge you to spend time meditating on this question, "Where have you come from?"

So briefly, while I still have time, I will take the first step in looking at where I have come from:

I was born where I am, as the youngest of four. As a youngest child I am somewhat (we will be generous with the "somewhat") obnoxious and attention starved from time to time. There is a lot of my life that I cannot recall. I cannot recall how I felt when _______ happened, and the only reason I really know it happened is because of scrap books or conversations with my family. My parents divorced when I was young, and I think that I grew up fast in a lot of ways. My primary regrets are things that I have not tried, as opposed to things that I tried and failed. I was home schooled until 3rd grade when I transfered to a charter academy. Then I went to public school from 6th-12th. I fell in love once, and had a few flings along the way. Once I found music I fell in love again. I never imagined I would pursue it, because I was never that talented. But when I was presented the option of leaving music I could not do it. So with music I stayed and with music I go.

I hope that you can re-discover something about yourself that makes you feel young again, or makes it seem like life isn't so bad (because I promise you, it isn't).