It is an odd thing to think about one’s life as it unfolds seemingly without effort ahead of one, but always requiring great effort to stay afloat.
I am constantly engaged in mental gymnastics trying to figure out the why and wherefore of it all and have not yet even come close to a satisfactory answer. It is hard to imagine another 25 years, possibly, ahead of me, not because it seems so long, but because it seems so short.
I have not learned how to reconcile my hopes and dreams with the reality of entropy and time, and I am like the cat with claws scraping down the wall trying to avoid hitting bottom.