Family of the heart

I don't know if I believe in Fate with a capital F, but I do believe that life's path can be strewn with gifts that we may either pick up, or leave behind.

And just picking them up is usually not enough. It becomes a process, a journey of the heart down what may seem like dark or twisting ways.

Only the discerning eye recognizes what makes one breadcrumb different from another, which ones lead to the pot of gold and which ones just end up at Pleasure Island.

First you must know yourself, and then, one day, if you are persistent enough and maybe a little lucky too, you will discover you are surrounded by people who are the family of your heart.