I spend chunks of my free time wondering about how a likely small thing would’ve shifted and made my present an entirely new life. Another chunk is spent wondering about the things I thought were ‘destined’ but were a genius work of the secret carpenter, serendipity.
This is the coming together of a person done by quarter-life-crisis; this is the breaking down and the reinstalling of personhood. The larger personality creation is done repeatedly, every day – in forming habits, in saying the courageous “no,” in good riddance of outgrown platitudes.
We crave attention. Everyone. Yes, even that cool-huh-no-I-don’t-care high school player who cries four drinks down. It is there since childhood – this dire need of attention.