Prologue

Prologue.

I traveled all the way around just to find myself again. Taking the scenic route, I found new and interesting ways to color my path with a palate others told me I should use. I colored for awhile, and created a landscape that was not my own. All the while, my true landscape grew wild and free held captive only by my dreams.

I proceeded to get lost. Painfully and frighteningly lost.

But getting lost, is probably the only way to eventually be found. You will tire of wandering around in someone else's interpretation of your life, and you learn to appreciate the subtleties of your own. What once felt so boring and dull now feels wise and comfortable. What once seemed so ordinary suddenly shines with a luster that pains my eyes. What once seemed so unusual and odd, now rings with a familiarity of history that was formed before well before my birth. My story.

When the time comes for it, you will feel a hunger deep within the center of you that you just know you are capable of quelling. To nurture that hunger will feel natural. You won't need to think about it, and research the best way to do it. You will just do it, sometimes without knowing why or how you managed to acquire such overwhelming ability.

We sometimes make a mystery of being the people we are born to be. But the truth of who we are will always be found...eventually.