Our lives seem to be written into distinct chapters that we can look back on and identify. Perhaps we hadn't chosen when each began or ended but there were clearly defined milestones along the way which separated them. Sometimes they can feel like entirely different lives when one considers how drastic the changes which prompted a new direction were.

We don't always choose to begin a new chapter but it is thrust upon us only to be able to look back on it years later and realize that the person who lived it no longer exists.


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