Release Notes v23.2.51

A potential third of my life has been lived through, and I thought to myself the other day, what do I have to show for it?

Legacy is not linear, it is not what you leave behind but what of you is left behind, what part of you stays intertwined when crossing lines with another person, place, memory, dream.

This naturally begs the question :

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

I’ve never had two thoughts about this, about the legacy I was leaving behind, whether I wanted to or not. But it is a process that happens because it must, might as well acknowledge and steer it what little you can. So, here I am, processing this the only way I know how, rambling in a corner of the internet, this is also of course a part of my legacy, a relatively tangible part of it I must say.

I’ve traveled enough to say I’ve traveled but not nearly enough to say it with conviction. I have a life outside of work, at least I try my best to. It’s all a matter of the lens I view all this from really, today it happens to be rose-tinted, tomorrow might be a blind man’s pair (full of despair?). And yet, can I not exist without being witnessed?

It’s been a life of privilege, yes there are things to complain about, there are things to always complain about but I like to think I’ve grown since I was 15 and angry because that was all I could feel control over, my choice to bitch about the world. I’ve grown enough to understand life is beautiful, if you allow it to be.

And so, I allow myself to be content of where, who, and what I am. Happy (belated) 23rd Birthday boi •ᴗ•