what if i hadn't failed that class, what if i was born a different day

"the timing in which people enter your life is very important."

been thinking about all the different, bizarre, fortunate ways people have entered my life. how absolutely strange it is, that all these very specific events had to take place in order for it to happen. that is the weirdest part for me, i think.

i have taken it upon myself to begin a series that will last until the day i die. of all the people who have affected such pivotal parts of me.

these are people i admire. people i cherish. people i love. people i will run to parking lots for. these are people who have made enough of an impact on me to resonate, to Remind me—to reveal to me the absolute necessity of life, and that is: to live.

a reminder to be open. to be vulnerable. to be compassionate. to be tolerant. to be void of resentment and judgment. to soothe my bitterness. to be curious, to be passionate. to be Present.

"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance."


i have somehow found such free and gentle spirits. i can't believe that out of all the different paths i could have crossed, mine and theirs intersected.

in ALL seriousness, aziz ansari says it best:

here's to walking to the wrong grey prius,