awakened
Once I realized something about myself, a minor preference I had, that I had not thought of before. It is not the preference that I speak of now, but the realization.
It was like a window, a little slice of sight as through a keyhole into the person I was, from inside the person I knew I was. Does that make any sense? I wanted to take it out, hold it in my hand and say, Look, I found a little piece of me, isn't it something?
Someone once said that God saves up the tears we cry, puts them in a bowl and they look like pearls... But I think that people themselves are like that, bowls of pearls. So many different pieces contained, every one different, some smooth and uniform, some lumpy and odd, all of them beautiful and built around something else at their core that caused them to form. After all, show me a self-made man and I'll show you a man who has not shown credit where it is due...