I know the further I go,
The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed.
And somehow I’ve fallen in love
With this middle ground at the cost of my soul.
Yet I know, if I stepped aside,
Released the controls, you would open my eyes.
That somehow, all of this mess
Is just an attempt to know the worth of my life…
For better or worse, we are a product of those who have come before us. History matters, because it shaped our conscious and subconscious ideas, assumptions and presuppositions, and therefore our actions in life. To truly discover who we are now, we have to understand where others who have lived before us have been.
"We are like dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of giants. We see more, and things that are more distant, than they did, not because our sight is superior or because we are taller than they, but because they raise us up, and by their great stature add to ours."
- John of Salisbury (1159)"