“It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.” JK
When I look back on the last two years, there has been tremendous moments of tricky switchbacks. Each of them in there own interesting way, seem to lead to an ever-continuing transition. I don’t think there’s really an end to a beginning. The beginning of something is really just a transition of another beginning, although we tend to file it as an ending. I failed to realize all the happiness, all the music, the loves, the friends, all the dinners, and all the hard giggles..., all of it happened just as it should have... and shock to the heart subpar moments too. I spent countless hours analyzing geography and happiness. Love and the physical. Age and attraction. Color and culture. It’s so much better to let the wind blow the way it wants to. Too many moving parts to get steady. It’s funny, how serious we can be at times, but how simple it all is, how hard we overanalyze and protect and guard, and how much we tell ourselves what we need/want/should do. Then you look back and realize how greatly wrong you were about all of it. The shapes and feelings are all twisted and vortex like, although at one point they seemed perfectly aligned and methodical. Ive learned that the most valuable part of the chaos is focusing on how insanely happy it made me feel at the time. The rest of it,... is just good comedy.