“There was a point in his life where he—for lack of a better word—fell into himself. Became could be that better word lacking. Became is a good word. He believed that everybody had a character, a self that they would inevitably become. Years go by, we trudge along, and we collect pieces of ourselves, traits and beliefs, habits and opinions, compulsions and decisions, until we are.” LifeBeliefGrowthIdentityDecisionsHabitsChaos Theory Book:Dysfunction Source: Dysfunction
“Then, in a blink, his ghost of memory was gone, leaving behind only the uncomfortable feeling of having been someone other than himself for a sliced instant of his life. He felt as if he were stuck between two futures, and whatever he did next would become the decision to live in one of them.” LoveLifeLossDecisionsGhostsDysfunctionChaos Theory Book:Dysfunction Source: Dysfunction
“Danny left the store, confident that he may have found a way to tilt this day a little more straighter standing, into something that didn’t so much resemble Pisa’s monument. Tracks of fate had begun to run a little too perpendicular with him today, rather than the parallel direction they usually run. He was realizing that parallel wasn’t so bad, no, in fact, he kind of missed it. Mostly, though, he just wanted some coffee. With each step, he felt as though a stony weight lifted off his chest. It had been there all morning, that heaviness, like an invisible albatross, a cartoon cinder block holding him down. He hadn’t realized the true size of it until, all at once, it dropped away, disappearing into the day without even a sound. Just a breath. His chest expanded as he took in as much air as he could hold, feeling good. Decisions were always cathartic, no matter their size.” LifeChoicesLossDecisionsDysfunctionChaos TheoryJust BreatheBean Water Book:Dysfunction Source: Dysfunction