On Artificial Beginnings
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
On the first day of the month, it's tempting for me to sum up the previous month, or to look ahead at the new month with a sense of hope. I used to believe in the idea that "today is the first day of the rest of my life" but recently I realized that I don't anymore.
In our lives we carry with us the people we've known, the places we've been, and all of our experiences. We trail behind us all the habits, thought patterns, and behaviors we've discarded, and we are ever-growing beings. Today doesn't begin anything for me except today, because the calendar is an artificial construct, something humans invented in an effort to master time. I am always in the middle of whatever I'm doing, or thinking, or believe to be important. We are eternal, in a way, because we cannot remember a time we didn't exist, and we're not capable of imagining a time in which we won't.
May starts today, but May isn't anything, really. Today I am in the middle of many things.