I sit staring at this page. Waiting to find out if its going to write for itself. The words are already there. It's my daily duty to scratch into the rings of this living tree. To locate a message. A needle in a haystack. If we were to ever locate the needle would it be one in the same as discovering our truer self? I wouldn't go into the challenge searching for the needle but rather the remnants of where its been. Just like us. Your true self has left things behind and the answers you seek are part of the journey of becoming you.