My view of life has been totally ripped apart and put back together. Its now a patchwork quilt of sorts, sewn back together with the threads of my life. Nothing pretty, mind you, but one piece again nevertheless. When I look at it, messy and imperfect as it is...it still holds the same value to me...maybe even more because I remember each and every rip and tear and worked so hard to stitch it back up. But again...where does it all fit in? The questions, the whys...did they fall out as useless threads before the rest was being put back together? Its still one piece, all back together. So did those things really ever matter? And if they didn't, why did I waste so much energy holding on to them? Wasted. Lost time. Can't get it back. But does that matter either?
