spag mol
More and more, I find myself turning to reading and writing to grapple with the fact that I only get to live out one life. Chewing on the cud of my one earthly existence lets me experience life once on the way down—as I go about my day and live it all in real-time—and once again on the way back up, when I regurgitate it back onto the page.
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On the other end of the spectrum, the gravitational pull of The Future has also knocked me out of orbit. I approached my thirtieth birthday ready to exploit what I had learned about myself in the preceding decade, feeling confident (if not certain) in the direction I wanted to move in, yet comforted that there was enough wriggle room to feel my way through it without a set destination. But it’s as if adding another digit to my age changed those sureties into not-so-sureties almost overnight.
via The Clearing
