Isaac guest blog

“I know you’ve often heard me wax poetic about being back in the Lexus but trust me that was nothing” - JAY Z

Doesn’t it feel like doors are closing all around? What time do the bars stay open here anyway?

Every decision, every time I walk through one door, every time I load into my car and drive somewhere… what am I missing? Sometimes I really believe that the best feeling in the world is to do exactly what you said you would. Fulfillment of goals in small, spontaneous ways. Someone recently told me I was an inspiration and I couldn’t tell if they were joking or not.

I find myself in many conversations these days with young people, recent graduates or otherwise, some even not so young, centered around confusion, like ants in their underground tunnels bumping into one another and sharing what little knowledge we have gathered of this strange place.

Spring approaches on the horizon, faint and blurry but gaining shape, summer forming behind it like waves some hundred yards out. I don’t know where I’ll be in three months. And I think about it a lot, which makes it worse, you know? It’s so much easier to look back than it is to look forward.

And how is it possible that I feel so young and still too old?