I used to adorn my worth in certifications, convinced the more I accrued the more of an expert I’d be. The more I studied, the greater my worth would grow and the emptiness of what I was actually trying to fill would subside. Trouble was, it didn’t matter how much I learned, I never felt like I had enough.

Meeting endings unanticipated is a salty sting to my ego, especially because I get passionately consumed by everything life has to offer. I’ll throw myself into the fire of whatever craft I’m working until the point it serves its usefulness. Usually that usefulness is, have I understood the cycle of experience?