Getting older is like a trip to a foreign land. There are moments of joyous celebration, moments of utter confusion, moments of boredom and despair, and at times complex and unpredictable combinations of events that lead to bizarre clarity and insight. Days can drag into months into years, never seeming to change, and then all of a sudden two weeks will pack in a lifetime of experiences.
I think to be lucky is to be open to the unexpected, new experiences, even if they may seem scary or initially unexciting.
I realize I'm being a bit cryptic here, but then again I don't really feel like I can fully articulate my experiences or express myself in a blog post. I guess I write this as a reminder to my future self, and maybe in order to spark some kind of conversation with whomever stumbles across this post.