Ah, new beginnings. Cycles. Start, middle, finish. The cycle is an illusion: pick any point on the revolution, this point is a beginning, AND a middle, AND an end. Perhaps a mobius strip is a better model: you can cut a mobius strip in two lengthways. Instead of the two pieces of paper you expect, you are left with a longer, more incomprehensibe loop.
My starting point, my home position, my circle of warmth and comfort was left behind a long, long while ago.
Change, growth, uncertainty over comfort, any day of the week? Yes or no? Subject yourself to unknown bruisings for the sake of dynamism? Yes or no? Should change itself be an ideal in our lives? Or should we merely seek the benefits that change brings, without resorting to dislocating struggle?
Or neither? What else is there?
- FK |