The only thing I’m ready to go back on, now that it’s come to it, is my caffine intake. But that’s only true temporarily. There’s a world calling for me tonight, and I’m staying up till midnight. I know the world is changing, and so am I.

The knowledge you gain makes you settle down – I love how, each day, I’m less and less worried about all that’s had me in a rut. The way I see it, my day-to-day, the only way I’ll get better, more stable progressions is to not waste time; so long as I have the right number of moves (steps taken) in by sundown (without having been distracted), I feel the effects of contentment sink in.

I’m having nostolgia for my days held to the motions of flipping pages under a dim reading lamp decidedly the only ones that felt right in one of the college study rooms. There I was, at Nineteen, seated at a darkly lit desk, making sense of any one of the equations of change that the greatest mathematical minds of history passed down from generation to generation. I found my heart, beating and beating to the same rhythm night after night.