The wondering is truly the hardest part. During the final part of the coldest chapter of winter, I was canvassing in the Bronx, and I meditated on which final lesson I had neglected to learn. Upon examination, I realized that it was patience; the same lesson that I had spent the past year learning, essentially.

Some lessons are the ones you need to learn over and over again though; it isn’t truly a linear thing, more an aptitude to refind, and incorporate in order to maintain balance.