Thank you for the beautiful words and the worlds that hide inside them; they touched paths untravelled and crossroads deserving more deliberation lying deep. A memory from a little me, that had existed much less than I now have, is setting different kinds of desks around me made of books; yes books are something that I’ve always felt close to my core and hands. The desks represented different versions of the future me. Some had more books on them, others had random stuff from around the house, and others were empty. I remember looking at the desks and finding that I had to choose just one of those paths, nurture one of those future ‘mes’ and murder the others to be simultaneously unbearable and boring. Since then I’ve been able to accept that there is more than a duality inside us, but rather a multifaceted ever-changing existence. That the path we take is more than important milestones and decisions to move but that the minuscule things that surround us, the lilliputian decisions we make every day, create a sort of temporal field around us that enables us to see nothing but the very next steps in our journey. That the people we emerge our souls within, leave an inexorable impact on who we are. And at the same time, different aspects of us spark into existence and get nourished depending on who is standing next to us. Much like a gravitational system that is in constant movement because its relative masses are ever-changing. So… I’m not sure I’ve yet gotten the gist of this constant movement. But I’m pretty certain I’m no longer the person that started writing this.
Thank you for the beautiful words and the worlds that hide inside them; they touched paths untravelled and crossroads deserving more deliberation lying deep. A memory from a little me, that had existed much less than I now have, is setting different kinds of desks around me made of books; yes books are something that I’ve always felt close to my core and hands. The desks represented different versions of the future me. Some had more books on them, others had random stuff from around the house, and others were empty. I remember looking at the desks and finding that I had to choose just one of those paths, nurture one of those future ‘mes’ and murder the others to be simultaneously unbearable and boring. Since then I’ve been able to accept that there is more than a duality inside us, but rather a multifaceted ever-changing existence. That the path we take is more than important milestones and decisions to move but that the minuscule things that surround us, the lilliputian decisions we make every day, create a sort of temporal field around us that enables us to see nothing but the very next steps in our journey. That the people we emerge our souls within, leave an inexorable impact on who we are. And at the same time, different aspects of us spark into existence and get nourished depending on who is standing next to us. Much like a gravitational system that is in constant movement because its relative masses are ever-changing. So… I’m not sure I’ve yet gotten the gist of this constant movement. But I’m pretty certain I’m no longer the person that started writing this.