As usual, this was quite a year.
365 days ago, I was living with spartan furniture in a different city, deeply in love and joined in a life with a woman I no longer even speak to. It was before Bon Iver, before The American Dollar, before my last birthday night, before the old apartment got new furniture, before Terry Richardson, before The Wire, before Facebook, before David Foster Wallace, before Gossip Girl, before AG, before the real estate project, before the apothecary, before Taleb, before creating the Legacy Strategy movement, before starting to make it work, before EB White, before the trips to Jersey City, before de Botton, before the summer, before love walked away with little explanation, before the aftermath, before the healing, before the new spots, before the new people, before the midnight swims and the new apartment, before Bammers and a whole new generation of change, before the new clothes, before the new deals, before the marriage proposal videos, before feeling the whole world rush through me again, before the new friends, and — most of all — before being completely changed by Alice Miller’s work on the origins of grandiosity & depression in the lives of adults.
The great lesson is that I have no idea — none whatsoever — what life will look like in a year.
And there’s something beautiful about that.
We. Shall. See.
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