the past

the cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads.  most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves or drag it behind is as we struggle to go on.  but everything has its cause and its meaning.  every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part is plays in the end.  sometimes, we do see. sometimes, we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stitch of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it.  nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow.  and in the tiny, precious wisdom that they give to us, even those dread and hates enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.

gregory david roberts, shantaram.