Journeying from Point A to Point B, much can be learned from the passage in between.
Some might say the journey is more important than the destination. Others might regard them with equal seriousness.
Experiences filed away in recesses of memory have odd ways of resurfacing for reference, further down the line.
At Point C, one might look back to reflect about days of innocence, using rose tinted lenses, possibly.
Our middle passages reveal much more about who we have become.
