focus

focus

i sometimes think our lives are defined not so much by what we have willed them to be, as by what we have focused on, or even what has merely come into focus, regardless of our intentions. part of being an adult is accepting the randomness of this, and the beauty of surrendering to circumstance, and chance encounters, and fruitful wrong turns.

bare winter branches

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