We always want a place to begin and end, don't we? The thing is, life is cyclical, and the only certain beginning and ending we can claim as our own is birth and death. Everything in between just kind of flows into each other with the current of life. This mysterious current seems to propel the motion of all things in life, connecting us to everything and everyone.
Nothing ever really stops, even when people die; life goes on, and even pieces of ourselves go on through transfered energy and DNA and whatnot. So in this sense, our motion is shared and our own personal beginnings and endings mean nothing for the world, a world in constant movement.
These markings of time--a start, a finish--are overrated. So instead of thinking of some grandiose introduction to my newest attempt at blogging (you may understand this phrase later when you see gaps of times between my posts), I'm just going to start.
Hardly ready, I set my thoughts aside and go.
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