‘one day, in hindsight, you’ll see the only thing that ever mattered. you’ll wrestle with purpose and ambition. toy with legacy and prestige. maybe you’ll make some money. incessantly check boxes inside a bucket. perhaps you’ll shower yourself in excess or vice. one day though, from the armchair, you’ll realize it was the people that mattered. the relationships. the ones who got to see you naked, see you without the walls. the people who saw you dance, or laugh, or cry, or fucking scream. without them, what is the rest worth. the service and friendship. the community and proximity. the time you shared. those are the stories, tied to the people. short or long, deep or shallow. you can lose the rest, it can blow away with an unexpected gust. all of it, everything, all but the castle of memories.’
B.Alexander