i’ve noticed that my life seems to follow four year chapters. each chapter sort of looks like a year itself.

the first year is aloneness, wandering, and penance.

the second year is struggle, study, and growth.

the third year is connection, fluency, and creation.

the fourth year is comfort, pride, and waiting.

as of writing, i am in my fifth chapter. i think i can make out what the sixth will be, but we’ll see it goes.