I found myself communicating with a lawyer yesterday, about information I had that would be of use to their client, and I found the conversation driving me back into memories that I had happily forgotten for some time.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, the questions and answers themselves. It was what they were attached to. There were nuanced emotions from that period of my life, hopes and dreams that were drowned as my faith in those around me was becoming so demonstrable that I could no longer deny the reality.

There wasn’t anything particularly bad or good about it, in retrospect. I did what I generally do, thinking the best of people until they demonstrate otherwise, and I got quite a few people wrong in that regard. Ties were cut, bridges were burned and danced on, and I remembered them from a distance of time and a bit of wisdom.

Sometimes things need time to bake. You don’t just throw the ingredients of a cake together and eat them. No, after you get all the ingredients together in whatever way that you have to, then you have to go stick it in the oven and forget about it for a while. Sure, you might smell it, but if you want the cake you have to do something society frowns upon these days.

You need to wait.

In our lives, we accumulate these fragments of reality, some of which we may even deny – but the reality is there underneath even if we don’t experience it in the moment. Under that reality, there may be a deeper reality, a different perspective of the same reality, or even something that was weaved as reality when it wasn’t. We spend our days trying to make sense of it all.

Little bits of reality and unreality floating around.

Something connects them, though.

We do. We are the common thing that they all attach to, as individuals or as groups.