Talofa reader,
Looking back on this year, or any year for that matter, but more intensely in recent years, you see the course of the year, the events that happened, the things you went through at work, at home, in the gym and with your social circles, the heaters and rain in winter, the fans and singlets out in Summer.
The ups, the downs, normal life shit.
But as the years stack up, the ups and downs aren't jagged spikes anymore, they've started to flow out as "arcs" of your years, and across those arcs, where jobs started and relationships ended, life events changed the course of your world, these became the seasons of your mortality.
I'm free-styling this piece because I had an observation about my life, sitting here at my desk, working from home on a weekday morning.
I say observation, because it's not a realisation — it's not an epiphany I had at my desk, and now suddenly I see the world differently.
I've known these things for a while, because I like to think a lot, and my realisations about how this life ebbs and flows came and went, in my late teens, my late 20s, and through to turning 40.
I'm at a stage in life where I can see the seasons of life happening, sometimes they span years, other times, months.
Nothing lasts forever, and everything must have an end.