If I were to look back at my 17 year old self on the eve of graduation and reflect on who I wanted to become and look at myself now, I would say I have far exceeded my expectations. On many fronts – the qualities I wanted to develop, the type of friendships I wanted to belong to, the conversations with my family that I wanted to share, the girlfriend I wanted to love, the ambitions and direction I wanted to define – I am pleasantly surprised. While there is a significant delta between now and who I would like to become + the many things I would like to achieve in the next 5, 10, 20, 50 years, if I got hit by a train right after I publish this post, I think I would be able to leave happily. Almost all of the people that I love dearly have heard it profusely. Hypothetically speaking from the moments before being hit by an imaginary train, given my current trajectory of growth and grit and ambition, I think I would have been able to achieve everything I set out to do in the absence of being hit by an imaginary train. Thankfully, I am alive. And thankfully, I am not being hit by a train; I am instead the conductor of a motherfucking first-class train plowing through my challenges and goals alongside all of the people I love. I hope and expect to look back in a few years and be equally surprised by myself.
“A man is not only happy but wise also, if he is trying, during his lifetime, to be the sort of man he wants to be found at his death.”Thomas à Kempis via the Happiness Project