The Exuvia

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O n arrival in September I had no idea what I was doing; as was natural given that condition, I found myself flailing. I made decisions that I wouldn’t make now, decisions that cast long shadows over my self – but the person I was then is not the person I am now. I could not have become who I have become without making those decisions. They brought me pain, but it was and is good pain; those decisions brought the kind of pain that forced me to change. The kind of pain that fuels, not the kind that retards. I have been here for some months now, and I am starting to stabilize. The reason I am here is starting to come into focus, with all the deep and absurd obviousness that comes with a truth too-slowly comprehended: I am here to self-actualize. I am here in this environment to be surrounded by people who will help me to grow, and for whom I can do the same. I am here with the privilege of being surrounded by some of the greatest minds my age, with the logic that perhaps I will become th

ⓘ This post is more than a year old. O n arrival in September I had no idea what I was doing; as was natural given that condition, I found myself flailing. I made decisions that I wouldn’t make now, decisions that cast long shadows over my self – but the person I was then is not the person I am now. I could not have become who I have become without making those decisions. They brought me pain, but it was and is good pain; those decisions brought the kind of pain that forced me to change. The kind of pain that fuels, not the kind that retards. I have been here for some months now, and I am star

The Exuvia

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