There are days now where my consciousness absorbs me. There are hours where the line is blurred between who I am and what I am doing or seeing or thinking. I find difficulty in distinguishing the point I finish and the place my understandings start.
Whatever happens, good and bad, I commit to telling this story -- my simple story of walking down a river in Africa, honestly. I will indeed speak of what my eyes have seen and hope that in those recollections there may be some value to be found.
As you get older the tendency to perceive life through the lens of personal experiences becomes overpowering. One tends to develop a one dimensional self-view. Perceptions are often far from reality. Let's shake things up a bit!