The type of grind that washes away the jet black from your personality and replaces it with spotting strands of silver grey, that's not what you meant when you said with the years you would stand out. The type of grind that shreds apart your personality like the cloths that that start to split as you just inch out a bit from the top, the awkward stare into the mirror only looks different because of the dust between your wrinkles.
I kid. As always there's some parallels between my mood and the descriptions of the climb that has been the last couple of years. To say that I knew exactly where I was going to end up, would be a complete lie. If there was one thing I can say I didn't miss forecasting was how happy I would make myself.
It's emboldening to reread the words I had sprawled to fill the empty calls of the bits available on here. Thoughts and ideas of someone perhaps confused about the motives and callings available. I haven't changed. It's the truth though, I am the same confused and struggling kid from 2013 as I am in 2019. It's for the better. To be someone who you know than to turn into something you didn't expect. Life has challenged me and grinded away so much of what was on that top level but the grooves, the crevices, the initial spark of personality never has gone away and it was important that it was recognizable to me as a feeling and not as an image.
We can not see what we do not expect. It is as true today
We can not see what we do not expect. It is as true today
