There is an underlying reality to our lives that is always present but can only be seen clearly through the eyes of time.  It is a reality in which no one else can claim because it is our own to grasp. It is the individual story of our lives. For no one has breathed the air meant for us.  No one has walked our footsteps.  Although there will always be similarities to the experiences of our lives, there will never be complete symmetry.  Our lives are exclusively ours.  They are ours to learn from.  To own.  To live. I recently went home for a short but humble visit back to…