Open up a photo album. Look at a picture you framed that's on a table. Peruse the titles of the books on a shelf in your office. You're there. In every fragment you've chosen to tuck away in an album, shoebox or in the back of your sock drawer. In every expression you've chosen to show to other people held in place by a silver frame. In all the potential information residing on the shelves where your books are kept, waiting for the day you'll read them all the way through.
Learning to "read your life" is a process of peeling away what you assume you see around you and breaking it down to your individual encounters with shapes, colors, shades, and symbols. It's finding out how you decipher each of them. It's discovering what your internal language is saying to you. And only you can figure it out.
Why should you even want to to find out how your unique code is structured?
Because that's how you frame everything else in your life. You are the translator of all the information that's ever entered your life. Now that entirely too much data comes into our personal worlds, unless you can determine the meaning, your meaning, of basic incoming details - it's hard to know what you else you might understand about anything else at all.
That's what I've found to be the truth for me anyway.
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