But reflecting on the past few months and the experiences I’ve had makes now feel like a good place to slow down and infer what life has been teaching me.
By any measure, I would say I live a good life. As I write this here at the San Maria Del Mar beach in Cuba, my backdrop is the crashing waves of the ocean reaching shore—where it seems each one is delivered with a new vigor surer than the one before. In just 6 months, God-willing, I will celebrate 25 years of life. A quarter of a century complete. A milestone age. The age where life seems to march you quickly onto the path that will be your destiny...where the smallest decisions you make carry the power to change everything. Understanding this, I feel as if the hands on my life’s clock ticks with a sharper intensity.
Here are some things I’ve learned between those steady and sobering ticks that whisk away my prematurity.