time-lapse.
this pace of life is incredibly wonderful, but endlessly maddening at the same time. i am one for reflection, and there isn’t much of a home for that this year. i am still adjusting and recognizing the perspectival shifts of the fowler dynasty happening in me today, leaving me completely behind in being aware of how denmark is molding me and pushing me in directions a consisently bottled life at cal poly never could.
this rejection is difficult for me, but after some struggle, i can’t help but feel indescribably alive. i can’t gauge myself for the moment, so i’m leaving the speed radar to collect dust in the closet. call it cliche and i’ll agree with you, but i can’t diminish the fact that in this past month i feel like i’ve smuggled some kind of illegal sports supplement into an already accelerated life.
i am insanely blessed, and insanely lucky. i pray that i’ll always be aware of that.
