Genesis

 Where do you find yourself in telling a story? You can start at the end but they may wonder how it has all commenced. Certainly, the middle is a place to consider but the confusion will ensue, without doubt. The beginning is fundamental. I find origins to be absolute. Vital. You might pursue the path that is to know me but never could you accomplish this absent of knowing my history. I want to understand you so I ask where you were born. Your earliest recollection. First shared glance of friendship or fear. Birth is the beginning of everything. It is what makes us. Seldom, do we start anywhere other than it. The starting line is famous. It breathes room to build upon. Steps forward in time feel neat when you can draw back to a time, place, a moment. If you were to meet me and inquire nothing of the other women that I have been, you would never know me in all of my capacity. You could learn from here on out. You may come to know the woman I will be down the road we walk but all previous parts of me would turn over in mystique. Look at me from the start. To have someone walk with me through every correlating step until common ground arrives. This is the same journey I crave in knowing someone. Yearning to reach out for the past versions of you so I may better hold the you that you are now. Understanding is having the patience and love to walk through moments you weren't there for. Maybe if I could witness my own birth, I could see things within myself that I am blind to now. The thought of looking my infant self in the face...maybe if I could achieve that, I would know why she feels so far away from me sometimes. It is all in the start.