Where are you?

Sometimes I look back on my life. In fact, these days this is the only thing I seem to do when I am not cooking, cleaning or spending time with Samyu. No books, movies or any conversations with adults seem to draw me in these days. 

I struggle to make sense of the journey as a whole and yet when I try to draw lines to join those dots of memories, minor epiphany moments burst out spreading the ephemeral joy of hope, optimism and sense of being alive. Alas, too many dots