Congratulations, Who Are You Again?

by Harrison Scott Key

You mine for precious stones, you get a little dirty.

But it was me who learned, and what I learned is probably so obvious as to be upsetting, that this thing I had been searching for all my life was right in front of me, licking the pillows.

We become who we become for reasons we cannot always know, because of what we saw our mothers love, or our fathers hate, and because of what we need deep down inside the places that others don’t know about, such as respect, or security, or adoration.

Nobody tells you that these revelations are the currency of human life, that if you’re lucky, you’ll feel like an idiot, perpetually, eternally, realizing every day new blessings that surround you, have surrounded you for years, if you’d have only looked, new mercies every morning, which had been there all along.