on the horizon (draft)
A lot can happen in a year. I lost and gained a best friend. I never understood the concept of how the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings yesterday could cause a meteor strike tomorrow. But if I step back and try to trace the events of my life one after the other, the strings would tangle and connect, and may eventually lead down to a stranger’s decision to look at the sun for the first time.
Last year, I was complaining about being stuck in the middle of unchanging change. But here I am now, standing right at the heart of metamorphosis.
This is an unfinished draft of an unpublished piece originally dated July 24, 2025.