Who was that person who cared? I couldn't tell. It was a relief to find that beneath all the anxieties of daily life, anxieties propelled by rapid turnover and cliched expectations, that I had a personality. Beneath all the extraneous troubles, I had a conscience that would lead me where I needed to go. Consequently, the peril of too much ambition also became clear to me. So much of life is spent idealizing far off things that when present seem to do little to enrich my life. The burning question of "and then what?" seemed to pervade me. Go to school. And then what? Get a job. And then what? I knew that even if all my goals and ambitions were to be at some point...

Rather than allow the flow of daily life and all its distractions to de-center me, I am trying to find new patience in each moment. So then how have I overcome what I have seen? Of my current wisdom I can say only that it remains incomplete and will necessarily remain that way. However, I look to trust my instincts and to probe problems rather than accepting traditional interpretation. I look to find new patience and interest in each moment and to never sacrifice where I am for where I'd like to be.