Life, I think, is like making a quilt
You start with all the raw materials you need. So many choices
You choose the the ones you want from the many, and keep those.
You discard the others. Sometimes you can go and get them back. But mostly they go
And you never see them again
So if you need to. You take the bits and bobs of what you have and you “stitch” them together to make them fit your needs
Compromise and accept what you get and make it better
Making something new from the beginnings of what you had
Then there is the hard, long, boring pinning it all together years .
The history, and the foundation
This takes many years, years where nothing special happens, but everyday memories are being forged to be looked later.
When their true value is discovered
As the years go. Your left to slowly consolidate on your own.
Not forgotten, but only needed to lend the occasional hand
The years when finally you are your priority, the slowing down years.
Still active to an extent. But the fast boil of those past years has gone
Until your finally left with the finished quilt.
To look back on. And to admire. For good or bad.
It’s all your work and it’s time to rest under those warm memories and relax
Do you agree?
See ya xxx