Sure, who I am as a person is a collection of past experiences culminating to create this world view of mine. But let’s look at my past; it’s a mish-mash of lost love, unrequited love, books read, idea’s found and lost, bad writing, convictions held and people forgotten. Are these experiences some sort of means to an end? Am I doomed to repeat a history I want nothing to do with?

You don’t need to know how I got here, you just need to know who is standing in front of you at the present moment.