Finding Truth in an Antique Shop

 Everyone has that place or person they go to for answers. Mine is any place where I can find relics of the past. Museums, second hand stores, Goodwill, even used furniture places, just as long as it's quiet and dusty, I'm set. Libraries and pawn shops are great, too, but I feel sort of unsafe in pawn shops and sort of unaccomplished in libraries when I see how much there is out there that I still haven't read yet. Anyway, I got the opportunity to play around in an antique shop for a few hours today and the layers of dust and time reveled their secrets to me. They told me to live to the fullest, to treasure the small things, to remember where I came from, and to love like time is a fleeting wind. I needed to hear these things from the past, but I also need to hear from my future because I'm not quite sure I have one as of now. I'm afraid. I feel lost. But I feel a change for the better on it's way. Maybe it's the spring-like weather, but hope is coursing through my veins. The relics I saw today simply told me to give it time. Everything works out, in time.