life is a never ending project with ever-expanding scope
always a scuff mark here, peeling paint there
socks that need folding, a too-old sofa set
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we can’t ever really start from scratch
we stand on the shoulders of everyone who came before,
always indebted, but never able to fully pay
always moving forward, but never fully in control
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there is something interesting and maddening and liberating about planning for something, then relinquishing nearly all control when it comes time for execution
it’s hard
but it’s an art we should probably be thankful to be learning
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how rich are our lives going to be, an unfinished project, being articulated as we build over and under each other
it’s okay with me if someone else brings their supplies and joins up wherever, in the middle
nor of the west 