On this Halloween’s Eve, I helped my very best friend set sail onto a new journey. He’s flying north to Boston—a historic place in which he’ll help Boston University with some crazy super-sophisticated data science stuff that I cannot begin to fathom.
As he typed away—for hours—at the Python code, sometimes I would lean down toward his computer, stare for a moment at the syntax on the screen, and then ask him, “What ya doing?”
His reply? Always: “Nothing.” But he was always building something great.
Just take a look at his portfolio: https://www.yukunyang.info/
He’s the most humble friend I’ve ever shared life with.
Two and half years ago, Yukun entered stage right into the theatre of my life. And he did so patiently and quietly.
—I have generally found that we humans are deficient in our ability to appreciate things until they’re gone. But when they come back, the appreciation blossoms. I’m trying to be grateful for everything right now—even the things I complain about, even the things I worry about, because what might those challenges and inconveniences be teaching me?—
Two months ago, Yukun told me he accepted a job offer in Boston. His imminent departure awoke many of my deeply seated anxieties. I have been addressing them since then.
But I want you all to know something. As I drove away from the airport on this late morning, peace came. All the anxieties, the fears, the worries, the insecurities were swept away by the love in my heart. My ADHD mind that hasn’t stopped running on overdrive for at least three months has, finally, slowed down. And I heard the wind and I saw the sky.
And I felt it: What Yukun and I have shared and created is incredibly special, perhaps even rare. I feel so damn blessed. Why the hell would the Universe gift this to me? Why do I deserve it?
I will tell you.
The wind—you can feel it and you can listen to it: This is how stories collide on this magical mystery ride.
Dillon Bolding 