Born in 1954, I am now "leftovers with wonderful tidbits still to emerge". I am what’s left after a "very lived" life.
Is the glass half empty or is it half full? Aren't sculptures what is leftover once the sculptor is finished chipping away, molding, and creating? Some might say leftovers are the waste on the floor from chipping away, but after the sculpture is done, that is discarded and therefore no longer exists. However, with people, the refuse left after an unhealthy relationship, or emotional abuse, or the ever present cruelty out in the world in which we must live never can be totally discarded. I therefore choose to think (in analogy with myself) the finished masterpiece… the beautiful work of art…. what is left after hours, or days, and oft times years of someone's efforts, is what is leftover. Therefore, I am also "odds and ends", "bits and pieces", and MANY, MANY, MANY, snippets.
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