Patterns weave themselves through our lives unasked. The Chinese Artist Shitao followed “yihua”, which teaches that every design begins and ends with a single stroke, all united. Sometimes it’s easy to see the pattern, at others, frustratingly, it’s not.
It’s easy to lose touch when distance intervenes. Don’t leave it until it’s too late. Memories are preferable to regrets. What’s left behind, rose gardens, respect, rocket ships? How do you want to be remembered?
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