Late one night, as I walked across the railroad tracks on a dark lonely road, a tree spoke to me. I thought it was odd for a tree had never spoken to me before. Because of the special circumstances I listened closely to what the tree had to say. "You are on a journey of discovery," said the tree. "But where am I to journey to?" I asked, "And what am I to discover?" The tree never answered my questions. I don't believe the tree was trying to be rude, rather I believe that the wisdom of the tree knew that I had it within me to answer these questions myself. That was the day I consciously began my Journey of Discovery.
I'm a mirror (and so are you).