i once read that opportunities in life are fractional doorways. one moment leads to another and another and another and another. the swiftness upon which your life can change has a sweetness to it. a tangy-cherry-tartness that swirls in your mouth when you realize your old life was eons ago. if not 15. if not 5. years, or months, it matters not. that was then and this is now.
i’ve never been one to exist in the moment fully. i am always dreaming up some scheme of how to make my future better. always preoccupied with what i have to do now to make the later just as i envision it. this served me well in childhood. it’s what allowed me to be accepted by harvard. but now, it’s a hinderance. it often is the case that what got you where you are, won’t be the same tactic that will get you where you want to be. so it goes.
in my early childhood, i decided i wanted to study at harvard when the time came for me to attend college. once i achieved this dream, i went back to the journals of my 14 ye…
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