What is the desire for figure things out - like dates, history, and timelines? We act as if it paints a picture of who we are. I was recently having dinner with someone I barely knew, and I launched into my stories with gusto. Why? So he can know me. But just hearing those stories, he still doesn't me, not the important stuff anyway. He doesn't know my passion for this path and the wonder with which I choose to experience life. He heard of some of the things I overcame