This is how your life will go.

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Dorian Drange

When you are born, you will be born. Welcome to humanity.

When you are three years old, you will have developed a model for how you earn love, safety, and praise.

When you are seven, something unique to you will happen.

When you are fourteen, your body will transform into something society calls “adult”.

When you are twenty-one, something unique to you will happen.

When you are thirty, women will become aware of a choice you must make. Men will become aware of the choice a woman must make.

The “biological clock” is both biological and cultural.

When you are forty, you’ve made most of the choices that society requires of you. You have done this unartfully.

Between forty and fifty, your unartful choices will bear fruit. You will knuckle down or rebel. Your heart will break open, or break closed. Both directions result in neurosis and awakening.

When you are sixty, you will see yourself as an individual. You will understand that your impact on the world is small, but see a world inside yourself as infinite.

When you are eighty you are in a unique position to summarize the collection of a unique set of experiences. For a few of us, we will have the skills to communicate this to the rest of the world. For most of us, we will internalize our journey. We will smile or rail against the dying of the light.

When you die, no matter the age, the people that notice will continue with their lives.

Why am I so sure of all of this?

Culture has known about these passages because culture is designed by patterns.

Sciences has identified the biological underpinnings of human development that drive these passages.

Astrology has mapped these passages to the orbits of celestial bodies.

Religion has documented these passages as gifts from god or temptations of the devil.

And if you could look down below the surface of your consciousness and ask, “Is this true?” The answer would be “Of course. Now what will you do with all of this?”

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