Dozens of pairs of pretty shoes lined in perfect rows. They are, in a sense, an expression of our lives: the physical foundation on which we stand.
A shoe will never replace our foundations, our families who built and molded us into the people we are, or our friends who hear our thoughts and dreams and encourage us to pursue them.
Rather, shoes are a small, physical reminder of these things. And my shoes—with their tall, slender heels and pointed toes—have held me up through a lot over the years: A reminder of where I have been. A symbol of where I am going.