As a child, I loved to sit among my elders and listen to there conversations. Storytelling was definitely their thing. Their stories were so vivid, I could close my eyes and see the stories play out. At the time, I wasn’t aware as to the nuggets of wisdom nestled in those stories.
When I adulthood, I gained an understanding for those stories. My elders were great judges of character. Always telling me to take people at face value, not for what they could become. Oh, and to never change yourself to fit someone else’s mold. Sounds like common sense right?
You and I both know that common sense ain’t common. Too many people will never learn these lessons.
Elders, I miss you all terribly. Thank you for the memories that I now understand.