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Time stops right before change occurs. As you cease to exist in your usual state of mind, you find yourself alone, reflecting, and ask what lies ahead? This sliver in time feels like a terminal. Years pass and you move far from the moment you thought was the death of newness. It becomes a distant past; a previous life perhaps? I remember many of those moments right before IT happened. IT can be many different things. Once it was change, then it became discovery, and now, it has become a cluttered infusion of transformation and reinterpretation of identity. It was, is, and will forever continue to be a quest for purpose. This text is my humble attempt at explaining and documenting the happenings of the past two years. |
