On change

Quite often, I feel like I arrive at beautiful things when they’re in the second half of the show. The half when people start caring more about other interests. Which is, of course, the hardest part: the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.

I realise it might just be that I’m not accounting for the whimsical things I myself started, even if the rest of the group acknowledges their rarity.

Looking forward, I should focus more on the positive ripples I’ve created for the people around me, rather than just the waves I happened to catch from those who came before me.

^_^