| Written by Ronnie |
I may be wrong, but it seems to me that our western society is all about achieving our dreams and reaching for 'the next thing.' We are all about goals and results, which in and of themselves are not bad things - after all, I personally believe that setting goals is a big part of getting things done.
However, when we prioritise our achievements at the cost of preserving our story, I can't help but feel that something is lost along the way. Fulfilling our personal dreams is no doubt something to be celebrated, but what about our journey in getting there? What about the mistakes or the sacrifices that we make along the way? What about the lessons that we learn - about work, about life, about family? What about the 'ordinary' moments, the tiny stories of our everyday that make up the bigger picture of our lives?
I often think of my own parents and all that they sacrificed, and how hard they worked, to bring me up here in Australia. Even to this day, I am reaping the fruits of their labour, and for that, I will always be thankful. However, it's only recently that I stopped to appreciate how little I know about their past, their childhood, their upbringing, their courtship, their early marriage, and what it was like for them to migrate to Sydney. As for our early life here in Australia, I only know what little I remember and that is vague and sketchy at best. This never worried me in the past, but now that my parents are growing older and my own children are beginning to grow up, it's hit me how much I do want to know about the past. After all, my parents' story is a part of my story too.
All this to say - the journey matters.
So respect your journey. Set aside time every week (or every month) to write it down, to document it, to preserve it in a way that makes sense for you.
Do it for your family.
Do it for you.
You can read the other posts in this series here.