Generalizations about my life achievements and my reactions to them have been running across my brain like those emaciated folks panting to finish the Boston Marathon.
That means they're tired, but enduring. The indefatigable voice that continues to question, "What do I do with my life?" I always think that I will figure it out at some point, after I do (X). After I start/finish my master's degree, after I move across the country, after I do this job, read this book, get a dog, move into a better apartment, etc etc etc.
Between searching for the future and celebrating/crying over the past, there's now.
My life.
I'm breathing.
In creativity, out confusion.
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