These mistakes...

Here's what I've been thinking about today:

So many things happen to us in our lives. From the time we're born, we go through these dramas every day or every other day. Once we become adolescents and adults, they're a much bigger deal, certainly. And at the time, they consume us. These events make day to day functioning near impossible. But then, somehow, time passes without us realizing it, and these events become nothing more than a speck of our story, a detail which we'd only relay to the closest friends... and even upon relaying the story, we'd undoubtedly be unable fully explain the way we felt at the time, the impact it seemed to have at the time... we can only vaguely explain the lesson it taught us, and perhaps let our mind drift as to who we would be had the event not happened.

It's strange to me to think of how many stories the people in my life must have that I'll never know, and likewise for those that seek out my company...