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dormant_dragon) wrote2013-04-10 04:17 pm
dormant_dragon) wrote2013-04-10 04:17 pm
Crawling back to life
Today is the first day of the rest of your life, as the saying goes.
And, well, I guess this is true in purely physical terms, if you consider life to be inherently progressive and linear, which from our perspective as human animals, it might as well be. And the point is that the habits you begin to establish here and now will shape how your life pans out from this moment.
So that's where I'm at. I've done some things today, and in the preceding weeks, that will have - hopefully - dramatic effects in the weeks and months to come.
But looking back, again in purely physical terms I am not the same person I was ten years ago, nor exactly the same person I was four years ago when I last wrote in this blog. Not just my attitudes but parts of my body have been replaced with new (if already weathered) parts since then. So it's an illusion, or so I have to keep telling myself, that I am actually tethered to my past - certainly I can't go back and change it, and it has shaped the me that is here and now, but that doesn't mean I can't wear it lightly.
Life is change, and until death brings the one final, immutable change, I keep moving forward, one moment at a time.
And, well, I guess this is true in purely physical terms, if you consider life to be inherently progressive and linear, which from our perspective as human animals, it might as well be. And the point is that the habits you begin to establish here and now will shape how your life pans out from this moment.
So that's where I'm at. I've done some things today, and in the preceding weeks, that will have - hopefully - dramatic effects in the weeks and months to come.
But looking back, again in purely physical terms I am not the same person I was ten years ago, nor exactly the same person I was four years ago when I last wrote in this blog. Not just my attitudes but parts of my body have been replaced with new (if already weathered) parts since then. So it's an illusion, or so I have to keep telling myself, that I am actually tethered to my past - certainly I can't go back and change it, and it has shaped the me that is here and now, but that doesn't mean I can't wear it lightly.
Life is change, and until death brings the one final, immutable change, I keep moving forward, one moment at a time.
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