Aurelio,
This letter has been on my to-do list for two weeks now. Every time I think to write it, something happens. If you’re reading this, it means I finally found the time. For these moments with seemingly no way out, I saw at least one thing through to the other side.
As you receive this, I will be twenty-two years old. I looked back on the letter I sent at this time last year and I did well to spare you the philosophy. This year I couldn’t get away from it. Being short on time makes me long for words. So, yes. Life happens 365 days a year and people will hang themselves on birthday streamers for their major revelations. Some time or the other will be a turning point in their lives, the occasion for which they turn new pages and start again. Maybe I want to say November 3rd is nothing special, that all the days between count for so much more. But I’m no different, Aurelio. Very rarely do the many live day by day. No, it is the milestones where we hang our hats.
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