48 Page A4 Exercise Book

I, sometimes, feel fear when I think of letting go - more so when I think of others doing the same. The spaces in my memories are inhabited by perfect moments given to me by imperfect people who offered me a glimpse into an expression of their best selves in that moment.  I celebrate the holiness of those experiences, but mourn the brevity of their passage. Those moments felt designed - everything happening exactly the way it did for this moment to happen exactly the way it has so I can feel exactly the way I do about it, about myself and my company. While side-stepping comforts like ''right place, right time'' and ''everything happens for a reason'' really don't give deliberate or concise answers, they certainly become real in those moments of design. But those moments come to an end, just like everything else that has a beginning. Some people transition into ordinary life quite easily after, in an almost dispassionate fashion. Me, and people like m...

Dear future Kago, I hope that when you read this back, it's in celebration of both the distance travelled and the path taken. It's alright if, even at this point, you still don't have all the answers. We left the timetables and rubrics back with the uniforms and homework dairies, best they stay there, yeah? Dairies are good for journaling, though - hope you're still doing that.  Life has this way of punctuating your best moments with grievous and varying degrees of harm, and I hope you've found an even better way of taking those moments to slow down and breathe so you can continue at your pace. At some point, we mope and gripe like LiFe hAsNt beEn fAiR wHy hAs iT bEeN sO hArD, but what good has that ever done for anyone?  I'm really a ''I've got it pretty good'' kinda guy now - still got ten fingers to count my blessings and two legs to jump for joy about 'em. Things have definitely gotten better in the last year and I don't mean just...