At the bottom of a dusty sports bag, underneath envelopes of old photographs and diaries, she finds an exercise book. Lines composed in 1986. Words that existed on that faintly lined page for a quarter of a century, while the author lived in the world, gathering experiences and amassing wisdom that would shed a different light on the events of the past. Those words held such significance back then, seen through the lens of insecurity and self-doubt. And fear. Those words once played a vital part in the formation of the self that looks back now; not in anger or resentment, but in a sort of whimsical fascination with past struggles and a growing appreciation of her own inner strength. She reads questions raised by her 21 year old self, strangely familiar, yet removed, as if they were written by a stranger. Some questions have been answered, others have developed into more complex enigmas, some might never be resolved. There is more value in the questions that still exist. And she has learnt to trust in the search and be content with the unanswerable. One day soon, she will respond to the author of those lines composed in 1986.