Riddle 1#: What am I?

It was you at my conception
Watching part and skin connected
It was at the very moment when you picked me up, accepted
That the memory of me faded from your view
Now it's I who give to you

Your insights and your blindness
Your wickedness and kindness
It is I, who gives you peace
And war
Possibilities and fears
Unspeakable joy and tears

Until...
You hear of path,
Or pine,
Or cogitate anew
The way that you once took
Though arduous you find
Me looking back at you.

Then and only then...

Will I concede to you

Riddle Source: Francis Doerksen
(2005-2012)