Catholicism | the pages in my storybook
Today, our little family went to the Children’s Museum, for a much needed day of family shenanigans.
There was a little exhibit there that Audrey and I had a chance to enjoy, and it was a mini observatory so that we could learn about stars and space. The thing that intrigued me the most (maybe not Audrey so much) was Constellations. They’re basically a grouping of stars that represent things like animals and people mostly, which conveniently have stories associated with them. This began as a way to map out the sky, just like we would map out land. This helped travellers (sailors mostly) get to there destinations, and the stories were probably used so that people would remember them.
I think my life (my past specifically) are a lot like these constellations. That the stars of the past that scatter the night sky of my life are pieced together to form interesting images with stories, to help me map out my journey. To help me remember the things that have formed me to be the man I am today, and more importantly to remember that I’ve trekked in those areas before. Just as the stars will always constantly be there, so will my past. Some of it good, some of it bad, but all of it mine. But all working together to get me where I’m supposed to be.
And where is that exactly? Let’s just say it’s past the stars.