Chocolates

Yesterday was a brisk one spent in a garden like neighborhood near a park. We walked up and down hills with huge victorian mansions surrounding us. There are entire chapters of my life with only mildly little relevance to the current one. It is shocking, really, because we like stories so much, and stories always set up later events with earlier, so that the later events could not occur without the earlier events. I think that represents a bit of fiction or desire in us to feel that we've been through is relevant, not just generally, but at a basic plot-like level. Event X had to happen so that event Y happened like it did. Saying that is often just pointing out a non-sequitur of life and asserting that it is logical.  When it might not be the case.