Observations
Not fully understood
Often we think of life as a continuous flow, one thing leading to another, one mistake leading to a solution. Mistakes are made, lessons are learned.
But in looking back the path isn't so clear. Life seems to be a bunch of memories, each not necessarily with a distinct meaning. I had a flash of winning the National Society of Art painting competition. Another memory brought back the setting where I was married. Still another image appeared when I collected unemployment. Different memories periodically appear before my mind. They come without judgment, without an easily understood reason.