"That kind of myopic, 'it's all about me' vision, is the crippling by-product of not knowing who He is and who we are not"

Something occured to me while I was eating my turkey today. Not that I'm thankful for anything in particular, or even thankful in general. Don't get me wrong, I am so thankful about loads of things, but that wasn't it. Not this thanksgiving.

I sat and I listened, I mean really listened, to my parents talk about their lives before they met each other and when they did meet each other. It was just weird.

Who thinks about their parents before they were married?

Mine didn't come into existence until my birth. Suddenly 2 adults and a two-year-old boy came into existence right when I was born. In fact, that's when the world started, I may add.

The history books? Not real. Other countries? Not real. Other states? Not real. Other cities? Not real. Other neighborhoods? Not real. Other houses? Not real.

Now I know they are actually real, but I live in the mindset that of course those things are real, but I never think about them as real. If they don't directly relate to me, that's just a sideshow as to what's going on in my life.